The Adventures of Monkey

When my identity as the Jaffa Cake thief was finally discovered I took my chances to quietly escape from the office mango tree before inevitable capture. After long days and nights of travel stowed away in Mary’s suitcase (the unsuspecting new member of the melon team) I found myself on a tropical island paradise. My escape was even better than expected; I was in the Dominican Republic! The sea was beautifully clear and warm with all the shades of blue and green a small monkey like myself could imagine. I basked in the heat of the sun until my wool was completely frazzled when I sought shelter under the enormous leaves of the tallest palm trees I’d ever seen. The white sand and gentle water soothed my wool but soon enough thoughts of home returned. No matter how hard I tried the sweet rum and coconut cocktails could not satisfy my need for the Jaffa cakes I longed for. And so, I reluctantly climbed back into the suitcase to return and face the music and munch in secret once again….