Remember the stuffed monkey toy I picked up in the alley wet, dirty, and run over by a car?
Just now this Christmas-Eve afternoon I put it up, wearing the jacket I made for it, on a telephone pole at the end of the alley, with a sign explaining I'd taken it home and cleaned it up.
FLYING MONKEY NEEDS A HOME.
Just now this Christmas-Eve afternoon I put it up, wearing the jacket I made for it, on a telephone pole at the end of the alley, with a sign explaining I'd taken it home and cleaned it up.
FLYING MONKEY NEEDS A HOME.
