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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: The Family Pet (05/15/08)

TITLE: Running the circus
By Josiah Kane


I hated my time in the circus. Handstands were not that bad. The lion-stroking act was a bit unnerving, but the trainer kept him out of my fur. The only time Mr. Leo took a snap at me was when I tried a handstand on him before he had his breakfast (but unfortunately after I had mine!) My mistress behaves admirably well in the dual acts, and the only fun time was when the two of us were swinging round each other chattering like babies. Nonetheless at the end of the day we were virtually slaves. We worked for peanuts! Peanuts—not even some fleas or a squashed banana!

But one day something happened. I was quietly sitting in the monkey cage, planning my next circus orchestration and grooming my lovely madam. Quite without warning huge, rough human hands grabbed me by the neck and yanked me from my perch. I squirmed around to face my assailant, firing globs of nutty saliva into his face until I literally ran out! I can normally prevail on humans (hence my circus authority) but this man was stubborn. Scratches, nips, tail-whips, and kicks were as ineffective.

I was carried through the door. The room that awaited me was not so majestic as expected. The rulers of the circus had modest tastes. Things were made, instead of rich teak and palm and scented with Eucalyptus, out of some strange, shiny, smooth, yellow or white metal. I began to think my treatment had not been so bad. They even had a bowl of nuts on a table—larger and more curved than my peanuts but nuts nonetheless. One man referred to the nuts as “Cashews” but there was a definite lack of fruit in the room! Finally I turned my head. I had to listen to their conversation.

It seemed that I was to leave the circus at last. But I had to go with that terrible man. He was going to take me to his child. I was going to be a pitiful, personal monkey, completely at the mercy of some uncaring, over-eating slob. I writhed desperately all the way to the back of the car. Then I tried, vainly, to pick my way out. I strove against the giant every wheel of the way. As he lifted me out of the car, I dove for his stomach, and away again when he loosened his hold. But I was caught in a huge leather hand. A few moments later a small, heavy ball shot past. My captor was laughing, but I hated him.

I did everything I could to sabotage my owner’s life. I smashed windows, laid bananas like mines, and even tried chewing my tail until it grew too painful. I would not accept this life even if it meant going back to the circus. I was fed much better, played with, sheltered, and not made to slave away. I was loved, I must admit it, but hated in return. I could not manipulate these people. I, older and wiser now, knew that my antics had never controlled anyone. But my old feelings of power, from the commandeering ring remained.

I spent a year with my new owner. A year of mines, biting, spitting, and messing them about. A year of being fed, getting strong, and being loved. At last it was clear that I was not to be changed. So I was packed into a box, dumped in the car, and driven back to the circus. The stench of captivity overwhelmed me. The lion roared hungrily. The ringmaster grinned. I clung tightly to the man who had grabbed me here a year before, but he hurled me into my cage. I had tasted freedom, and rejected it. I was left nothing but abuse for the rest of my life.

Is man like this monkey?

Ac 7:39 "But our fathers refused to obey him. Instead, they rejected him and in their hearts turned back to Egypt.” NIV

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Sara Harricharan 05/22/08
Wow, this is powerful. You did great with the monkey's POV in this story and the lines with freedom. That was amazing, this is truly a wonderful piece! ^_^