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Monkey Business

 

 

‘Would you shut up, Armando?”, I said, he kept jabbering, “I said shut the fuck up!” He did, thank God. “Do you hear that?” The damp leaves rustled off to the left. “Seriously, did you hear that?” I whispered.

 

Armando shook his head, expression: amused, “It is just a friendly tucan, Senora. Please to be relaxed, we are safe on the trail.” The rustle came again. “Hello, pretty tucan! Come and show your feathers to us!”


This time I heard louder rustling combined with a very menacing branch snap. We both stood up. “You idiot,” I whispered, “Why don’t you just yell, ‘Here’s dinner!’” ....

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- Welcome to the scary and varied mind of Bess. -

Here you will find the stories, pictures and other detritus that float through my brain. Many have often wondered what lurks in here.

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