“Monkey, monkey, please come down!” said Squirrel. “You can’t stay up in that tree forever. Not when there’s so much down here to see and do. You’re being really boring up there!”
But Monkey couldn’t hear Squirrel, so high had he climbed. And up and up he climbed until he could hear nothing at all, until he became one with the mute forms of mineral and bone. And that was Monkey being REALLY boring.
Eventually Monkey climbed so high and became so deaf that he was carried away by a great clap of thunder, which of course Monkey didn’t hear at all. Monkey was not even witness to his own transcendence, if that’s what we want to call it. And by now Monkey has become so boringly inert that there’s no reason to keep talking about him . . . so let’s not.
This is the fourth installment of our new collaborative series called “Trinkets” in which very small things have very small adventures. See how we’ve been making ourselves small-minded.
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