A Flying Monkey Of My Own

Perched high on the roof of Emerald City Waterbeds in the arctic wastelands of Vermont, the Flying Monkey provided entertainment to my bored 11-year old brain, as I waited for my Mom to finish her errands.

I've always wanted a flying monkey made of metal. Or a dragon. Or a mutated MonkeyDragon, staring malevolently from my own rooftop.

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