As I picked up before leaving the bedroom, the monkey book fell, and it fell apart along the spine. I noticed several pages that had been stuck together and covered by the lining of the back cover of the book. Gently, I pried the back cover of the book, and discovered quite a different version of the story I had just read to my sons. It was heavily marked with pencil and pen, as if a child had colored over some of the drawings.
I briefly summarize the story with a couple of pictures and comments. It shows another side of the authors of the monkey books.
Here is the cover:
The monkey swallowed a piece from a jigsaw puzzle: “Before he knew, he had swallowed it”
He visited the doctor, who recommended surgery to remove the puzzle piece.
Here he is entering the hospital.
This is where the story went strange. The guy dressed in yellow did not seem that interested in his monkey companion.
...the yellow guy is talking to the nurse: “It gets lonely out there, hunting wild animals in the jungle....”
This continues, for several pages: “You really are good with monkeys, ma’am. Have you ever thought of joining a lonely conservationist, studying the common monkey in the....”
“Oh, sir, you are too kind!”
Some were not as receptive to his attention: “I’m going to surgery. Can’t talk now.”
He asked the monkey’s doctor for advice. “Be yourself. Do not try to be someone you are not. And bathe. You smell like monkey – a wet monkey!”
It seemed to work, as his friendship with one nurse grew over time.
Sadly, it was not to be. When the monkey left the hospital, the nurse rushed out to the car to return the ring the yellow guy had given her.
“Goodbye,” she said, “I am sorry to break this to you like this, but....”
“I’m going to marry a doctor, because...
I found this book to be disturbing but also explained why the yellow guy never seems to be with anyone other than the monkey. Sometimes our work runs our lives, and we find ourselves living to work, not working to live.