Origins!

Well, here we are, the beginning of the monkey. Well life was great, i had just been born into a loving family, Mildred my mother and Clive my father, and also my older Brother Tim. We diddnt have much in the way of land or possesions, but we were happy, i was born into the best family a monkey could ask for.

We had a little part of forest deep in South America, i wont tell you the exact details as its already been disturbed over the years and the last thing i want is people turing up there for photo's or anything they can steal in orded to furfill their fanboy purpose.

Mom, was the head of the family, and although Pops thought he was, it was always funny to see Mom lay the law down and watch him squirm, and then Pops would go and take it out on the nearest Male, offering a showdown of 2 collossal beasts fighting till one of them would run away, and 9 times out of 10 it would be Pops.

He wasnt a fighter, he was more a thinker and thats why he was not respected by the other families, as it was always Mom going to get the food for us to eat, to prepare the meal and generally maintain the household whilst Pops sat around and smoked his pipe and got lost in his own thoughts of how the world should be.

This made the elders of the families angry, how could the male of the house allow his wife to do everything that was required, and also made Pops a laughing stock. But he did not care, and neither did the rest of us, as he did the things Moms should do, and we had the most happy childhood any monkey could want, *sniff