30, 000 miles away, on an island off of California, a cat fell asleep in it's litter box.
The boy jumped with joy, did his tribe's traditional victory dance, and watched the monkey fall. The monkey had stopped screeching now. The boy hoped the monkey would land by nightfall. He thought of the huge feast which would be held all because of him, and he was almost too proud to be hungry. As soon as he dragged the monkey's bloody carcass into the village he knew he would finally be considered a brave and manly warrior, but the thing he looked forward to most was the privilege of going to movies.
He knew exactly what movie he would go to first. It was called "Cops Wearing Wool Garments II" He had heard it was the best picture since "Elvis's Tea Party" in 1912. He remembered all of the warriors going to "Elvis's Tea Party," and how much he wished he could go.
A tiny drone walked by and snapped the boy out of his day dream. The boy yelled to the drone, "Hey! Drone! Guess what, I just shot a Flavored Monkey! It's falling right now! See?" He pointed to the sky.
The drone squinted into the sun, and finally said "Ha! You call yourself a Kayaker?"
"No. . ." said the boy shakily.
"Well, you should!" said the drone, and he walked down the winding path deeper into the jungle.
The sun was beginning to set, and the monkey should be down in a few minutes. The boy's face was burning with excitement. He stuck it in a puddle, and it was quickly extinguished.
Now the monkey was so close that the boy could hear the whine of the wind against the monkey's fur. His father had always said not to take cove until you see the yolks of the monkey's eyes, and as soon as he saw them he dove under a fallen fig tree. He counted to 17. Sure enough, on the count of 17, the monkey crashed into the ground.
The ground cracked and shook, and the boy only escaped falling into one of the newly formed canyons by grabbing onto some figs. The boy saw a parrot shoot past him backwards, probably propelled by a gush of air and dirt the monkey had sent up when he landed. Trees flew by the boy, but some how he managed to hold onto the figs.
Eventually the wind died down, and the boy was finally able to jump down to the ground. He could only see a few feet in front of him, and he was devastated. How could he find the monkey now? He sat down on a rock on began to sob.
After a few minutes he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around and saw through his still-wet-from-crying-eyes the bloody, but still smiling face of the monkey. They boy yelled out with joy, and they embraced. The boy was still crying, but this was a time for joy. The monkey and the boy walked down the windy path towards home arm in arm, and went to "Cops Wearing Wool Garments II" together the next Thursday.
