"There's no way I'll bond my soul with you monkey!"
Peter yelled in exasperation as he came down from the tree.
When he was a little kid, his mother always took him to visit his maternal grandmother who migrated with his late grandfather to the outskirts of the Pennsylvania district.
There he learned to climb a lot of trees while being accompanied by his late grandfather.
He had actually forgotten how much he loved it — and he would have had the opportunity to savour that old time feeling if not for the fact that he was being pestered by Kalima, the monkey beast.
The monkey beast had told Peter his name earlier, which Peter found to be quite strange but well who was he to judge?
Especially when he was the one who was talking to a monkey!
<
Kalima insisted as he followed Peter down the tree.
<
