Rosa's POV
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Sal sat there, frozen.
Stone. Cold. Frozen.
"Sal, are you going to tell me what happened?" Rosa asked.
"..."
"We have been talking for a long time. Now what happened for you not to make a single sound?"
"...Someone saw me."
"Hm?"
"Someone saw me- Saw me do my business."
"Business? What business?"
"Just, that-"
"Sal, I can not understand unless you say more details."
"..." Sal paused for a long time.
It seemed like saying all those words drained the color out of Sal's body, leaving him white on the spot. Sunken cheeks and sunken eyes, Sal looked like steps away from death. Opening his bone-dry mouth, he reluctantly uttered a couple of words.
"...Saw me poop."
Sal slumped on the tree lifelessly. He didn't even have the energy to feel embarrassed, angry, or nervous. No tears, no claws, and hiccups, just gone.
"Oh," Rosa said.
-Pooping is always a sensitive subject to Sal.-
-Being witnessed certainly can not give him any good memories.-
Her face knotted up.
-This certainly is a troubling matter.-
"There you are!"
A voice echoed in the rainforest. Sal craned his neck to look up.
It was dark outside, only the moon's glow remained to "light" up the area.
There was a figure, but it was so dark that Sal couldn't even see it. The moon was right behind the figure, the light shining like a spotlight, blinding Sal.
But Rosa had no problem seeing this little figure.
A small monkey with a coat of fluffy black fur all over, except a sudden layer of tufty white and yellow fur lined the chest and shoulders all the way up to the head, though there seemed to be something on its head… On the face lay a pair of bright and large black eyes, and yet instead of a cute (and a little dumb) expression, there lay a scouring expression, a pair of eyes brimming with rage.
"It took such a long time! The green shaggy fur you have made it hard for me to see!"
"Hello there capuchin. What may we help you with?" Rosa politely said, her red eyes focused on Mona.
"Humph, quit acting like a good animal. I know you guys are filled with filth, inside and out!" Mona harrumphed, snorting in contempt.
Rosa furrowed her eyes, replying, "Could you please elaborate?"
"Stop trying to sound like a smart, stupid frog. I'm not easily fooled, especially by the claws of you!" Mona shouted, pointing her tiny fingers towards Sal in accusation, "You evil animal!"
"Hey, what do you mean!?" Sal exclaimed in confusion.
"You're the pooper. The devilish pooper!" Mona shrieked.
Sal turned pale on the spot. Shuddering, Sal stuttered, "How- how do y-you know?"
"Ha! There was a chatty bird spilling all the tea. That loose tongue told me all that I needed to know!"
Sal turned white.
"Wait a moment," Rosa interrupted, "What does that have to do with you, capuchin?"
"Name's Mona, silly! Because this damn sloth po-" Mona suddenly stopped. She suddenly shook on the spot like a leaf in the wind, like steam was escaping from her ears.
"That's none of your business, blood eyes!" Mona called out, "I'm just here to exact revenge. To that sloth!"
"I'm afraid not," Rosa snorted, "What revenge are you here for if Sal did nothing to you? I do not understand the malicious intent. And if Sal did do something unforgivable, then what do you want Sal to do?"
"Ha, so Sal is the name. What a stupid name!"
"Do not evade the question, Mona. Only by answering questions can we get closer to a solution."
"Well, I'm not going to answer any questions!" Mona declared, "I don't want to answer a stuck-up, goody-two-shoes, arrogant, small, annoying, wannabe-smart-but actually dumb, slowpoke, idiot! And YOU-"
Mona pointed at Sal, her nostrils flared up.
"You have to apologize to me, and then tell my cousins that it was all your fault, and vow you will never do that again, and, ooh! I get to throw you with poop!"
"For destroying my dignity, my reputation, my fur, my life!"
"You get what you deserve!"