Chimp in the City

Use an acordian and go to jail. That’s what the sticker on the side of the box says.
When he was in the cages with the others he was sad. It wasn’t the cage or a lack of
social spirit. Today he is in a smaller cage and never sees any of the others. Most got
shipped off to zoos and that was the end of them. When the people with their signs came
in and had their way was when his new life started. He was free but infuriated. The ones before were dirty and loud and small. These new ones were tall and wobbly and bald.
On the streets that was where his freedom was now. On the streets in a cage on the corner with a top hat and a chain he would grab at the bald ones, at their colorful furs. While the man squeezed the box and pushed the keys it yelped and sighed. He would pull at the hat to cover his eyes to save him from the bald ones with their speed and chaos. He pulled at the hat to cover his ears and save him from the sounds the shrill painful
sounds of the streets of this freedom. Before he was alone he was the biggest the
quietest the others were annoying but now these bald ones, though not like the others in
the cages, were almost worse and still he was alone belonging to neither group.