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PET
Ian Seed

Among other animals, she kept a tiny monkey, which made its home in the kitchen, often covering itself with a tea towel and making a game of peeking out. When it jumped onto my shoulder, I was afraid it would bite me, yet it only gave my ear an affectionate nibble. But when it jumped from my shoulder into the hot washing-up water in the sink and disappeared in the soap bubbles, I was afraid it would scald itself, and I was annoyed that the owner had so carelessly left the water unattended. I fished the monkey out. It had gone all limp and so I put it under the cold tap to see if that would revive it. But now I realised that the kitchen window was open out onto the busy street, and the monkey was about to escape.