Platinum African adabted from Prime Minister of War Ides of March!

The Platinum African

The monkey waited for his prompt, this sign was the one he
waited for after an exhausting day of entertaining countless
tourists in the midday sun. The costume the monkey was given
was as usual something that was cute,(pretty face-pretty
hair thought the monkey), as he grabbed another dollar form
a mesmerized person.

Hypnosis thought the monkey has it's moments indeed. The
world would have to wait if the monkey had anything to do
with it. The fact that just for a bit of fruit the days
wages had almost been paid had nothing to do with it. It was
the power over people hte monkey enjoyed to no end.

"Dance!"That request came from somewhere in the crowd of
faces;legs,arms,hands clutching bags
movie-goers,patrons,movie-goers,resturant employee's,(on
thier break),surfers ,weight lifting,bikini clad, sunglassed,........

- the sudden flash of green money blurred in front of the

monkey, stopping his train of thought.

The monkey reached up and snatched the money stepping from

side to side as he retreated, with his left hand he stuffed
the money into his already bluging vest pocket.

His tail curled just enough so that it did not touch the
ground. The monkey recieved his prompt-(it was time for
another break), this one would last until the next
shift,(unbeknownst to the crowd).

Those that had stood around for the free show would be the
ones that would miss the monkey the most he thought.

He waved at them and took off his vest as he entered the box.
The box stood about five feet high and had wonderful colors
painted on both sides of it. Like any box found in a circus
it was not much different then those that you see. There was
some pinstripping done by hand in gold however other than
that it was just a box.

A box that you might see at any circus.

Nothing special.

Except for the fact that it appeared out of no-where to
recieve the monkey. Maybe it had just been missed as the
show the monkey put on was so engrossing that no one could
be expected to remember every detail- besides the shadows of
the stand above the box were so eye-catching! Oh the things
one could buy! Pretty things, - so many pretty things.


The monkey looked at himself in the mirrored walls of the
box.

Some of the reflections were true, he thought. Some way too small.

Others still had no reality to them at all.

"The long and the short of it; the monkey thought. This is
where it becomes nothing but a dream." The monkey's fur
moved in so many reflected patterns that the monkey now
danced only to see the shapes and colors move.

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