Three Months Ago
"Eee-eee!"
Yorick's head whipped around, he looked up, searching the tree branches for the familiar sight of his friend.
"Eeee!"
A monkey, maybe capuchin, maybe not, swung from one low hanging branch to another.
"It's Beelzemonkey," came Crichton's voice from behind Yorick. "He's mean like the devil's asshole after a fierce
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