BAD MONKEY

I played with Chinese kids, one of my best friends was Florance she had a twin brother.... well I think they were twins. They invited me to come stay with them for the night at their place which was had long stilts. They had a chimp that used to jump on me and break my plastic hair band every time I went there to play.. it nearly knocked me over a few times, it could be a bit vicious now and then, I was lucky it didn't rip my earrings out. I like monkeys though.

I slept on a rush mat which was on wooden floorboards, and we all slept together but with our own beautiful Chinese teeny tiny patch worked quilt and I slept very soundly.. in the morning we had a bowl of shark fin soup and then climbed the ladder and walked to the far end of the house that smelled of joss sticks and boiled rice. There in a smallish room were my friends Mum and Dad chanting a prayer to a picture of the elephant God that I had seen before in shops. I was given a joss stick (that made me happy) and I copied them and tried to mime the prayer as well, didn't do very well with that but I had always been told to respect others ways. Then after getting yet another of my hairbands snapped in half by bad monkey, went on my way home again to tell my Mum it wasn't me honest. Every thing started to get peaceful again ......there was so much to see and do and so many friends to make and I wondered if it was time to watch the black and white Chinese movie on TV ! they were fantastic! The sun was still there and the world was still turning.