A Monkey's Tale

The old Remington sat lonely, its keys worn smooth by generations of use. Suddenly, a small blur bounded across the desk and landed with a thump on the keys. It was a monkey, little, his eyes gleaming with mischief. He began pecking at the keys with surprising skill. The typewriter clacked to life,
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