As the monkey needs the trees, the trees need the monkey - for creation evolves as a woven and living tapestry.
The teenage monkey leaps in high branches whilst his mother and younger siblings look on with awe. He has fulfilled his promise to become both trapeze artist and to keep an accurate map of the trees in their forest home.
The monkey, freshly bereaved, sat in her mother's favourite tree and hugged it as if it were her.
The monkey looked upward in happiness, already feeling the joy of his playfulness in the high branches.
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