Well, I’ll be going home today and, to tell the truth, much as I’ve had fun with all the other animals, I’ll be glad of a rest. I may still be a pup at heart…but my bones don’t always seem to agree.
Peace on earth… that sounds pretty good about now. And anyway, I miss my sofa… and her… you get used to your own two-legs. Get them properly trained. And the fish will be missing me. And goodness only knows what the hedgehogs and the pigeons have been up to while I’ve been gone!
I suppose you don’t have that problem, working away just the one night every year. But, then, you have such a long way to go that you must turn time inside out to do it… so maybe your night is half a year for us!
Mind you, I’m not the only one wishing for a bit of peace… a certain Ape of my acquaintance has a similar problem.
Makes me tired just thinking about it!
I may have to have a nap…
The Disgruntled Ape
Every. Darn. Year. It happens…
I’d just settle into my tree by the stream, to enjoy Christmas Day, and it starts.
Next thing I know, I’m sharing branches with two courting doves who keep cooing at each other, three hens jabbering away in some foreign language, four birds that keep calling each other on their mobile phones with those irritating ringtones, somebody tossing shiny yellow rings onto the ends of the top five branches, six geese deciding to to start laying eggs from the topmost branches onto seven swans who usually swim past.
THEN, the humans start their antics.
Eight milkmaids start milking their cows in the field, while nine ladies in fancy looking dresses, complete with jewellery and beehive hairdos, dance around, most being partnered by ten posh looking men (one of whom always dances by himself), while eleven Scotsmen play bagpipes in time with twelve maniacs on drums.
I’ll be glad when 7th January arrives.
About the Ape
Chris Graham, also and perhaps better known as The Story Reading Ape, is an avid reader and the most supportive Ape known to Indie, Dog or other literary bipedal and quadrupedal lifeforms.
His website offers a huge array of resources for writers,as well as humour, publishing news and a platform where writers can be read, share their expertise and promote their work. If you don’t already follow TRSA, grab a banana and head on over.
Chris seldom promotes his own work, but he has published a book of poems, My Vibrating Vertebrae, which is the legacy of his mother, Agnes Mae Graham.
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Agnes Mae Graham
Edited by Jo Robinson
We all have dreams, loves and hopes; but what if you are a girl growing up in 20th century Northern Ireland before, during and after the ‘Troubles’? From the poetic thoughts of our Mother, we get a sense of what it was like, ranging from humour, sadness, wistful thinking and sometimes just downright nonsensical, these are the words of one such girl.