Avery: Blog Of The Day

His new life was not so cool. He did not enjoy it at all. Only if he had pants on. Oh... I can't remember if Dad asked me about this... but... I think he escaped because every day every thing was the same. It was getting boring and it is what all the monkeys do too. Throwing (stinky, gross and sticky) poo is just not the funnest thing in the world.  At the end of the poem the monkey was both happy and sad. He was sad because he couldn't be outside of the zoo. He was happy because people took care of him and fed him.