Tito Manuel Is Not Out of the Jungle YetAlbert Abonado
At first, I believe I am witnessing a small miracle, a monkey who converted his hands into a coconut intended to be delivered to me so I could drink its liquid. I do not recognize the animal's thirst and hunger because I have my own appetites to consider. In the markets, vendors sold monkeys in cages for pets, but my mother warned me about keeping such animals around fire. They eventually learn the nuances of igniting a home. My father told me a story about a monkey and turtle who had an argument over obtaining fruit from a tree. I forget the exact details, the origins of the dispute, only that it ended with a monkey covered in thorns, a laughing turtle. I may be at the start of another story where a witch poses as a monkey with coconuts for hands. She once found a fragment of my nail or hair and has kept it in her teeth until today. This is how she knows to wait for me to approach her until I am close enough to snare me with her mouth. If this is true, I do not know how much monkey is actually before me, but if I wait long enough there may be more coconuts.
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