There I was, minding my own business, peacefully (and piecefully) sewing away, when suddenly something started poking me in the elbow.
"Psst! Psst!" said a little voice behind me.
"Psst! Go look in the mailbox! The mailbox!"
There was a chorus of "Mailbox! Mailbox!" from several more little voices.
"Psst! In the mailbox!"
"Mails! Look in psstboxes!"
So fine. I went out and checked the mailbox.
There was an envelope that was both squishy and noisy. And jumpy.
I opened it gingerly, and look what popped out:
Apparently one of Sue's monkeys had stuffed himself into an envelope and mailed himself to my house.
Needless to say, my gang of hooligans was excited to meet the new cousin.
Why, this little guy started dancing around so hard that he threw out his back.
Or ruptured his collarbone, maybe. I'm not as informed on monkey anatomy as I should be.
In any case, I rushed him into surgery and now he's as good as new.
There was quite a lot of loudness and hilarity, then they all ran outside. Last I saw them, they were up in the apple tree, building a fort.
The neighborhood squirrels are starting to look a little nervous...
Linking with Oh Scrap! at Quilting is More Fun than Housework. Come see more scrappy fun! (Though not necessarily with more monkeys)