befor I wanna Start my Story I have to say I got the impression from the Arid National park, where a similar Topic was startet. I postet there already a Story, but you know all the matters with Ideas, if you keep on writing you will get always new ones. That happens to me. I was writing this Story and then I remember this one.
Please don´t be angry with me if I can´t remember the exact place becuase it happens 2002 already. During that time I was 15/16. Anway I have lived from 2001-2003 in Lesotho, my both granmothers used to come in November till Janurary. They want to avoid the German Winter. During that time we have done so many Tours.
One Tour was to Kruger Park. We realised that this special Camp had a Problem with Monkeys. At one morning we decided to play a Trick to our grannies. I know we are mean, but hey sometimes fun
. We were already a cuple of weeks on Tour so my Grannies decided to wash there clothes and let it hang in the Sun to dry out. We My parents, sister and me, took the clothes from the line an trow them on a tree. To be honest, it wasn´t a big deal to get it down, it was a very young tree. Then we called our Grannies to come, the should come quickley the Monkeys stole the clothes from the line (since now they were not aware, that we hang it up there). What we haven´t known during that time, we preparing the Trick, our Grannies prepared Brwakfast on the Stub/ Terrace. When they heared our scream they run to us. During that time, we haven´t seen it at all, a pride (please correckt me if this the wrong Vokabulary, English is not my mother Tounge) of Monkeys watched us. When we were laughing about the trick and the face of our grannies, we told them quite quik because we all have to laugh when to grannies were running to proteckt there clothes, the monkeys start a real attack on our Breakfast Table. But we haven´t seen them.
When we come back to our table we want to have Breakfast. And then we realised that the Butter/Magarine is missing. My dad said quite quik that it must be the Monkeys, but of course nobody trust him. But he was telling the truth we then startet to look fot our Maagarine and we saw it in a tree in a Hand of a baboon. This Animal was so naughty that he trow the empty Box at us. Anyway Breakfast with out Margarine...
How do i call it? revange of nature? or if you are bulding a trap be aware, that no one else built a Trap for you? Anyway the whole Story is just Surreal.
Best Regards Malealea