The Eigthth

Here's an ultra short story of monkey love.

He was sitting on a fence post with a piece of fruit in his hand. God he was cute. I could see his tail swishing as he was enjoying what he was eating. Between him and I was another one. This guy only had small fangs, and his tail was a bit stubby. Not short and stubby like a natural born Rottweiler but just a little stubby like one of Verne Troyer's legs. I didn’t like that, not to mention he didn’t have fruit. I bet he couldn’t even sit on a fence post. So my gaze didn’t linger long, it switched back to fruity guy pretty quick. The way he was peeling that piece of fruit was getting me hot, as were his big ball bags. They were almost taking up the whole of the top of that fence post. This was a monkey’s monkey. I decided it was time, I needed something to care for ever since I lost that little kids doll I stole last week. So I pushed past stumpy and settled myself in front of fruity and presented. Well I’ll tell you, he didn’t have to be asked twice. In a flash he was over, putting his little monkey pecker to good use. Then in another flash it was over, so I leapt up a tree. When I got there I heard a noise. Old stumpy had watched what was going on and decided he needed a ride. With a screech I took off, I wasn’t having any of that. I needed something that would feed me. My own little big balled, fruit eating, fence post sitting monkey’s monkey.