Father's Deeds

Most humans would say that birth is the most wonderful thing in the world. Most of them would take care of their young ones since the day they are born until the parent dies. If a child is abused or mistreated then the person doing it must be a monster. Well, a monster's birth is not like a human 's and I would know because I was born one.

While humans were born in care and love, we were born in a cold and merciless world. My mother was a red furred monkey while my father was the Aloha of the troope. I was born on a tree top and first thing I learnt to do was hold on for dear life. Tree tops are slippery, I just saw a child fall down the twenty eight metres long tree and it did not survive. Well, I did not know how to measure back then but it was a long drop.

"This is a weak one," one of the monkeys helping mother give birth to me said as she prodded me with her hairy arm.

"Good thing it a boy for it will grow well to be a mule," another monkey said as she too started prodding me. I was quite sensitive to everything so I started crying out loud but the response I got almost made my soul fly out. One of the monkey got hold of me by my tail and swang me hard onto the next branch.

I was too scared to scream and even more scared of falling. Before I hit the next branch, a hairy hand got hold of me and I was flung to the next branch. t

This went on for five minutes as other monkeys came to watch the show. When it was all over, I was back in my mother's embrace, clinging on to her fur with all the strength I had left. Let's just say I would be the first monkey in history to be afraid of heights!

Father was a gruff man, he just sat on his rock and watched over us. The mature females gathered food, teenage monkeys would go and hunt small critters while we would mostly stay clinging to our mothers. Other mothers would try and make other kids fall off a tree as casually as eating and the mother of the kid would just watch. If the kid was fast enough to grab on to a branch then it was lucky. Me, I was lucky quite a number of times and I learnt the most important rule; be glued to mommy.

The other mothers would target you when you go to pee or take a dump so I improvised and just did my business while on mommy's chest. It was disgusting but I did not want to be killed by my possible aunts.

When I reached one year, mommy decided I was too messy to stay on he chest so she dumped me. I tried getting back on but she proceeded to beat the living crap out of me so I stayed away from her. I saw her heading up to father and just decided to stay away from her for I had seen some females who went to father and came down months later with protruding bellies.

I climbed down the tree and started wandering around. On mommy's chest, I would be taken around but mostly it would be on trees. I had seen her gather some berries and I searched around for the small trees till I saw one. Excitedly, I picked the berries and started stuffing myself till I let out a little burp in satisfaction. I wanted to go back to the tree but a certain smell captured my nose. I had smelt it a number of times before on injured monkeys and the smell came from a red liquid coming from their damaged skin. Mommy told me it was blood and that they were injured.

Temptations came to my head of what to do and finally my little curious mind would not let me settle down so I followed the smell. Strangely, there were no other animals nearby but I rejoiced for I was just a child. Mommy always said I was smart for my age. After some time of creeping around, I finally found the reason for the smell. In front of me were six hairless monkey walking on both two legs and on the ground was a hairy monkey earring strange skins like the hairless monkeys. I quickly his in a bush and watched as the hairless monkeys argued among each other. The monkey on the ground suddenly got up and ran towards me, causing me to panic for the six hairless monkeys were coming after me.

With a small scared chatter, I started running away but the monkey soon got to me and before I knew it, I was in his arms. They were soft and I had a sense of security in them. Suddenly, everything stopped moving, making me look around in fear. The monkey lifted me up and started chattering incoherently. Then, a ball of light came out of his chest and flew into mine. I frowned at this and looked at his face only to start trying my best to get away from him for the monkey started turning to stone. I did not know how I managed but I got free and immediately fled, not daring to look back.

I never thought I would ever be so happy seeing my cold family. I scrambled up the tree and onto the highest branch I was allowed to climb. The adults looked at me funnily but I was not in the mood to look back at them. That experience was very harrowing so I went to sleep.

But even in my sleep, the monkey did not let me off. He appeared in front of me and started doing things that did not make sense. First, he went to his hands and feet then started lifting himself up and down continuously. Then, he sat and started rising his upper body up and down. He then went to a squat and standing, continuously. Finally, he started running all over his dream and disappeared. I scratched my head in confusion. Was this man a ghost sent to haunt him? I knew what ghosts were, these forests were filled with them.

I woke up the following day feeling strange, it was like my body wanted to do something but my mind did not. I just kept that at the back of my mind and went to play. Today's game was very special for a teenager taught it to us. We would first find an ant hill then pick the biggest ones of them then we had to choose a chaser. The kid would try and catch one of us and when the unlucky person was caught, woe onto him or her for the any would be placed on his or her furless front hole or back hole and the agitated ant would bite down, causing the little monkey to chatter out loud in pain.

I came to know the adults were watching to see us hurt each other and laugh it out. It had become something we got used to so we just continued playing. I was unlucky three times and my weewee is now to swollen and painful to work right. I went for lunch painfully and after finding another bush full of the berries and filling my tummy, I went back to the tree and went to sleep.

The monkey returned in my dreams and started doing the same things as yesterday. I tried punching him out of my head but he was a little...uhm...to clear. This went on for a month and i had already gotten used to it so I slept quite well. Mother came back and she had a protruding stomach now. I wanted to go get a little scruffle from her but she looked at me with eyes that sent chills down my spine so I went to other way.

I somehow started blaming father for this and wondered what he did to mommy so late at night, I crept up the rocks and went to see what father did to mommy and other females.

When I got to his cave, I heard groans and howls coming from inside and I thought he was beating them but I still crept in. Inside, I saw father ontop of a howling female doing something with his weewee that I did not think weewee were supposed to do. I had seen the hole in many females my age and elders too but I always thought they were for urinating. And from how they looked, they both loved it. So I crept back out and went to sleep with my head full of questions. The next day, I met with my friends and I was eager to tell them about the news.

"No way, our weewee is used to urinate, not entering their weewee," one of his friends said as he touched his weewee.

"I swear what I saw was true. Look, I can even show you," Undefended myself and took the hand of one of the girls. I lay her into her back then I proceeded to insert my small weewee in hers. Everyone else was watching in fascination and somehow, the girl beneath me squirmed and acted the same way the older females acted whenever they were near father. She moved a bit and I felt something good travel up my body. I could feel my weewee suddenly becoming stiff and soon, the girl was howling in pleasure as I moved my hips the way father did.

"No way, we never thought such a thing is possible. Here, let me do it," another boy said and laid down another girl and soon, he was making the girl howl. Soon, a bunch of one year old monkeys were on the ground groaning and howling in pleasure. But this pleasure did not last for a suddenly roar of anger came from the rock. We all looked up and saw father charging towards us, his face contorted with fury. We all scrambled to our feet as the rest of the troupes started charging towards us, shattering and screaming bloody murder. But the boys felt the whole blunt of it.

I did not know how but I found myself running away from my angry father who seemed so angry he was about to spit out the sun. But this angered him even more and he chased after me, roaring at the troupes to cut me off. But I was small and imble so I utilised the environment to my advantage. This was the day I came to know how scarily powerful father was. He was smashing roots, vines and branched out of the way as if they were made of twigs and he was still catching up. I knew if he caught me I would be dead so I headed towards the territory of our nemesis, a Black Dot panther.

Father seemed to have realized my plan for his doubled his speed and soon caught up with me. He got hold of my tail and stopped, making me stop too. With furious howls, he started battering me with his huge arms as I screeched in pain, trying to block the blows landing onto my body. The rest of the troupes arrived and started howling out excitedly to their leader as he beat his son to death. After a while, I did not know whether I was dead or alive but the pain all over my body made me wish I was. I did not know whether father was still beating me up or not neither did I care for I slipped into the embrace of unconsciousness.