where i grew up the kid next door had a little monkey
i’m not entirely convinced that it was acquired legally
an east london housing estate is not the ideal setting for a beast of the wild and after a couple of days it started to freak out and bite everyone
i didn’t care i still loved that little furry bastard
it “went on holiday” after a week or so
i suspect that the holiday may have been at the bottom of a canal, with some bricks.
oh, bobo. dear sweet rabid bobo.