Next Morning, when she woke up, she reached her hand out to the bedside table, once again, out of instinct. When, she couldn't feel her glasses, she was reminded of the previous day's happenings. While she ate breakfast, she suddenly thought of the little monkey who took her radio the previous day. She hoped, it was still there. How cool would it be to have a pet monkey?
And indeed, when she climbed up the tree house that day, she found the little thing asleep on a small branch next to the platform. It woke up when she got near. It looked scared for a bit, but when she didn't do anything, it slowly relaxed.
The monkey came closer to her. It didn't run too far after taking a snack. By the end of the day, it practically sat on her lap. She really wanted to pet it, but was too scared to try. She wished she had her glasses, this monkey was definitely a cutie, but she wanted to see it more clearly.
She considered giving the monkey a name. For the time being, she had decided to call it mischief, and when she felt particularly creative, she thought she'd give him...or her a better name. But Mischief didn't seem to mind that name too much.
The next couple of days were spent entirely on the tree house. She started speaking to it, telling it about her school, teachers, friends, the dormitory, her parents..and just about about everything else. It actually chattered back a lot, and listened when she spoke, nodding and 'oo'ing at the appropriate places.
Monkeys, she decided, were very good listeners.
Finally, it was on the fourth day that she gathered enough courage to pet him. She didn't mean to, really. Mischief was being too cute for his own good. He sat on her lap and bunt towards her hand. She couldn't resist. It sat there, with closed eyes, enjoying the touch, reminding her of a cat. As she dragged her hand down its back, she felt something around it's neck. That's when she noticed the tiny black collar on the monkey. There was something written on it, probably it's real name, but it was not clear enough for her to read without her glasses. And yes, it was still missing, but she was adapting quite well.
So mischief was someone's pet! No wonder it's so tame and understood everything! The poor kid probably lost his or her pet the same way she'd lost her glasses.
Speaking of glasses, her dad had taken her eye prescription to a specs store the day after she lost it. She would hopefully have another pair by tomorrow.
That night, she was lost in thought. Her new found friend was someone's pet. She couldn't keep it. That made her more than a little sad. She didn't know she could get this close to something so quickly. She couldn't catch sleep for a very long time.
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LOKI - Aafiya Noora M S
AdventureRead the story to find out. Won't tell you much. Mia couldn't find her glasses. Someone stole it, but whom? The thief was not anyone she expected. Will she forgive him? Who knew you could get attached to someone within such a short period.
