I think I will call him Darwin. I thought about naming him Newton, but I think, for a monkey, Darwin is much more suitable. However, as I am writing my sermon, I realized that it won’t be easy to bring him to work (there is bring your dog to work day!). I don’t think the congregation will appreciate a banana peel throwing creature beside me in the pulpit, even though some of them might have the impression that they, the monkeys, are our ancestors. We actually never had that discussion, perhaps this is a good time for that.

In any case, you might anticipate that at certain point of the story, I will reveal that the monkey is the devil or the devil appeared before me in the middle of night and gave me Darwin in exchange for my soul, or something of that nature. Sorry. This is just a plain old monkey, no devil involved. But I did buy him from Chinatown. For all that matters, he might be Chinese.