My motives … well, who ever really know their own motives?
But I remember distinctly how the broken arm brought forth my tender sympathies.
The plastic was very shiny and new, and fluorescent pink; and the monkey is in this one-arm-hooks-up, one-arm-(now-missing)-hooks-down posture.
I think he was maybe a party favor meant to be linked in chains with other like-minded hot-sixties-fluorescent colored monkeys. Or maybe he was meant to hang from your cocktail glass, let other people know that your Mojito is guarded by a hot pink monkey, so watch out!
If the arm had been intact? I’ll bet that I would merely have said, Ooo shiny pink plastic, I should roll up a joint, enhance the effect. (You know, like in Blade Runner: “Enhance … enhance … zoom in … enhance …”)
But that missing arm … snapped off just about the elbow … oh, I felt that monkey’s pain all right, so I needed that joint pretty bad.
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