Always with the monkeys
“The monkeys told me I’d find you here,” she said.
Always with the monkeys. Damned things just couldn’t keep their mouths shut. Nosy, smelly, and now they were spying on me. At least they weren’t chihuahuas.
“Ah, okay. Did they mention what I was doing?”
“Well, they said something about a welding torch and a jar of peanuts, but I don’t think they knew what you were using them for.”
Good thing, too. If word ever got out, there would be hell to pay, especially after last time.
“I’m not sure what you’re using them for, either.”
“I’m just playing around. Experimenting. Just a little idea I had. Most experiments fail, and this one likely will too.”
“Well, I just wanted to let you know that dinner will be ready in an hour, so don’t be late. You know how the monkeys get.”
The monkeys. Always with the monkeys….
At least they weren’t chihuahuas.