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And
bouncing
around
,
leap
,
hop
,
up
around
and
down
,
he
swings
and
tries
to
grab
the
other
monkey
’
s
tail
,
but
the
one
on
the
bar
keeps
swishing
it
away
,
without
fuss
,
out
of
his
grasp
.
Nice
monkey
.
.
.
pretty
monkey
.
.
.
with
big
eyes
and
swishy
tail
.
Can
I
feed
him
a
peanut
?
.
.
.
No
,
the
man
’
ll
holler
.
That
sign
says
do
not
feed
the
animals
.
That
’
s
a
chimpanzee
.
Can
I
pet
him
?
No
.
I
want
to
pet
the
chip
-
a
-
zee
.
Never
mind
,
come
and
look
at
the
elephants
.
Outside
,
crowds
of
bright
sunshiny
people
are
dressed
in
spring
.
Algernon
lies
in
his
own
dirt
,
unmoving
,
and
the
odors
are
stronger
than
ever
before
.
And
what
about
me
?
July
28
Fay
has
a
new
boy
friend
.
I
went
home
last
night
to
be
with
her
.
I
went
to
my
room
first
to
get
a
bottle
and
then
headed
over
on
the
fire
escape
.
But
fortunately
I
looked
before
going
in
.
They
were
together
on
the
couch
.
Strange
,
I
don
’
t
really
care
.
It
’
s
almost
a
relief
.
I
went
back
to
the
lab
to
work
with
Algernon
.
He
has
moments
out
of
his
lethargy
.
Periodically
,
he
will
run
a
shifting
maze
,
but
when
he
fails
and
finds
himself
in
a
dead
-
end
,
he
reacts
violently
.
When
I
got
down
to
the
lab
,
I
looked
in
.
He
was
alert
and
came
up
to
me
as
if
he
knew
me
.
He
was
eager
to
work
,
and
when
I
set
him
down
through
the
trap
door
in
the
wire
mesh
of
the
maze
,
he
moved
swiftly
along
the
pathways
to
the
reward
box
.
Twice
he
ran
the
maze
successfully
.
The
third
time
,
he
got
halfway
through
,
paused
at
an
intersection
,
and
then
with
a
twitching
movement
took
the
wrong
turn
.
I
could
see
what
was
going
to
happen
,
and
I
wanted
to
reach
down
and
take
him
out
before
he
ended
up
in
a
blind
alley
.
But
I
restrained
myself
and
watched
.
When
he
found
himself
moving
along
the
unfamiliar
path
,
he
slowed
down
,
and
his
actions
became
erratic
:
start
,
pause
,
double
back
,
turn
around
and
then
forward
again
,
until
finally
he
was
in
the
cul
-
de
-
sac
that
informed
him
with
a
mild
shock
that
he
had
made
a
mistake
.
At
this
point
,
instead
of
turning
back
to
find
an
alternate
route
,
he
began
to
move
in
circles
,
squeaking
like
a
phonograph
needle
scratched
across
the
grooves
.
He
threw
himself
against
the
walls
of
the
maze
,
again
and
again
,
leaping
up
,
twisting
over
backwards
and
falling
,
and
throwing
himself
again
.
Twice
he
caught
his
claws
in
the
overhead
wire
mesh
,
screeching
wildly
,
letting
go
,
and
trying
hopelessly
again
.
Then
he
stopped
and
curled
himself
up
into
a
small
,
tight
ball
.
"
When
I
picked
him
up
,
he
made
no
attempt
to
uncurl
,
but
remained
in
that
state
much
like
a
catatonic
stupor
.
When
I
moved
his
head
or
limbs
,
they
stayed
like
wax
.
I
put
him
back
into
his
cage
and
watched
him
until
the
stu
por
wore
off
and
he
began
to
move
around
normally
.
