(Yes! Another monkey story! Enjoy Dad's post. -- Tracy)
Derf Here! From the snow-covered Northeast. The snow, however, is swiftly melting as Spring will arrive before my next post.
The world is in chaos as I write this, as there are military battles all over North Africa. The Japan earthquake(s) and the tsunami(s) are a testament to the power of 'Ole Mother Nature.'
After seeing all the world problems, it seems trivial for me to complain about a little snow and rain and cold days. So I'll resist complaining about the weather until a much later date. Please, let Spring begin!! Thank you!!
My feeding the squirrel is resulting in seagulls and crows visiting Lew's deck. I just looked out the window and saw a crow eating the walnuts. The crow was the size of a small turkey. I think I'm going to buy a fake owl and put it on Lew's deck to keep the birds away. Maybe the fake owl will also eliminate the squirrel. I hope not! Pepper will miss the squirrel. However, she looked like an 'attack cat' with ears lowered as she watched the seagull. C'est la vie!
Time for another 'monkey Chee-Chee' story. I believe it was a Saturday when a store customer paid his weekly (monthly) grocery bill. Yes, Dad used to keep running tabs for several customers. I remember one customer that paid once a year. He would receive a bonus every year and that's when Dad got his money. Times were different back then!
Why Dad decided to go visit Chee-Chee is something I don't know. Chee-Chee had a fairly large home upstairs in the back of the store. He had a window to view the outside world. There was also a tree that went from the floor to the roof (about 10-12 feet). There were several branches on the tree but no leaves, etc.
Shortly after Dad went into the home (we called it a cage) of Chee-Chee, I heard the commotion taking place upstairs. "Chee-Chee, come down here and give me that back." Those were my dad's words. He repeated this over and over while raising the volume of the request each time.
About this time I ran upstairs to find out what was going on. It seems that "Chee-Chee the Beast" had been sitting on Dad's shoulder and found what was in his shirt pocket extremely interesting. Within a flash 'the Beast' snatched the money and was in the tree at its top. Why Dad had put the money in his pocket was never asked. I don't recall Dad ever putting money in his pocket before visiting his friend subsequent to this event. Lesson learned!
The solution to the problem was quickly found. Just like the rest of Chee-Chee's family, the beast liked ice cream. A quick trip to the ice cream cooler solved the problem. A "Hood's Dixie Cup" was seen by the beast as more important to him than the $50 bill in his hand. A jump to the shoulder, a drop of the bill, a grasp of the ice cream and the tragedy was averted.
I'll tell you another monkey (ice cream) story another time. Not in the cage!!
Talk to you in the Spring!
Until next time,
Toodle Pip! Derf!
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