The Monk Bought Lunch

Through the past, dorkily

My folks are moving out of the house they've lived in for 30 years. I've been slowly wading through the detritus of childhood, adolescence, and brief recuperative stays. I happened upon this story I wrote probably somewhere around second grade, judging from the handwriting:

The Orangutan and the Bird
One day, an orangutan walked into the zookeeper's quarters while the zookeeper was asleep. The zookeeper woke to find an orangutan making scrambled eggs on his stove. The zookeeper immediately went into the bathroom and took some aspirin. He walked back into the kitchen and the orangutan wasn't there. He decided to go back to bed, but when he got into the bed, there it was again! In his own bed! The orangutan!

"Help!" screamed the zookeeper. The orangutan ran into the kitchen and saw the zookeeper's pet bird perched on the back of a chair, and decided to imitate it. The orangutan put the bird on the seat of the chair, and sat on the back of the chair. The bird was mad at this, so he decided to imitate the orangutan,and sat there on the seat of the chair, sulky and low. The zookeeper saw this and said "I must be crazy!" and set out to find a bridge to jump off of.

Sulky and low? I think I've been putting that in my coffee.