Monkey and Horse
"She's asleep," whispers the monkey, pulling for purchase at the sheets of the bed.
"Stop that groping there," the horse replies, poking his nose through the dark silk hangings. "You will wake her, and she will be cross." The horse rolls his eyes around in his head. They shine in the faint moonlight, standing out against his dark grey head and long neck extending into shadow.
The monkey leans back on his haunches and scratches his head. "You look funny," he furrows his brows as he observes the floating equine head over the bed. "And sure are stupid for a horse."
Affronted, the horse attempts the casual raise of a bushy eyebrow. The monkey rolls backward onto his head and quivers with silent laughter at the spectacle.
"You're a horse in a wind-tunnel! You're a horse in a wind-tunnel!" He gasps.
The girl turns over. The horse shoots the monkey a worried glance.
"She'll wake," he mouths. The monkey stands entranced by the pearly white teeth of the horse, and his lolling pink tongue. Expressionless and wide-eyed the monkey catches glimpse of the crescent moon reflected in his eyes. The darkness behind the horse, almost complete, rustles as the horse nervously shifts his tail.
"You have perfect teeth," the monkey states.
The horse snorts pompously.
"You shouldn't be looking."
"Stop that groping there," the horse replies, poking his nose through the dark silk hangings. "You will wake her, and she will be cross." The horse rolls his eyes around in his head. They shine in the faint moonlight, standing out against his dark grey head and long neck extending into shadow.
The monkey leans back on his haunches and scratches his head. "You look funny," he furrows his brows as he observes the floating equine head over the bed. "And sure are stupid for a horse."
Affronted, the horse attempts the casual raise of a bushy eyebrow. The monkey rolls backward onto his head and quivers with silent laughter at the spectacle.
"You're a horse in a wind-tunnel! You're a horse in a wind-tunnel!" He gasps.
The girl turns over. The horse shoots the monkey a worried glance.
"She'll wake," he mouths. The monkey stands entranced by the pearly white teeth of the horse, and his lolling pink tongue. Expressionless and wide-eyed the monkey catches glimpse of the crescent moon reflected in his eyes. The darkness behind the horse, almost complete, rustles as the horse nervously shifts his tail.
"You have perfect teeth," the monkey states.
The horse snorts pompously.
"You shouldn't be looking."