Category: Writers Block
They are standing tall, defiant and unmovable. “Sir, you may not enter,” says the mustached sentry.
“You must listen sir, and you must not enter,” Replies his companion.
The monkey does not care. He will enter. He places his monkey feet firmly on the ground. His leg muscles flex and the guards do not move an inch.
“We have told you sir, you must not enter.”
A monkey palm is straightened, its surface perfectly arranged to cup around the face of the guards.
“I say, this monkey looks as if he plans to slap you,” Says the mustached sentry.
“No, no, I disagree. If I were to guess, I’d be guessing that it is you the monkey is going to slap.”
Wind, a hard gush of it can be felt by the guards, as two monkey paws approach their faces sat incredible speed. The monkey grins. Two loud slaps are heard echoing through the palace.
“It appears the monkey had planned to slap us both,” said the sentry without the mustache.
“Yes, I agree. He is a bad monkey, a bad monkey.”
lol, gave me the laug i needed