I knew at first glance that monkey was loose‚Ä¶ just by looking at her. As a matter of fact, everytime I saw her she was with a new male orangutan. If you are wondering what her name was, it was Judy. And I say ‚Äúwas‚Äù because there was this nasty love triangle between Alvin, Pete, and of course Judy. I think loose is an understatement, she was a whore, that monkey.
Anyway, the love triangle was interrupted by the humane society after a long night on Granny White Pike. One very warm April evening, unusually warm I might add, it was a balmy 73.5 degrees at 11 pm.
So one partner after another is the only thing I can tell you about this orangutan. That and she was running all around sevier park scaring all the locals. I think Judy had it coming‚Ä¶ the way she would walk with that swagger, like she didn‚Äôt care if she got caught. Well, she is in a better place now.
It seems as if the tranquillizer dart hit her in the toenail and the sedative had no effect except that she went off like a bolt of lightning. Across the monkey bars, over the swinging bridge, and then BAM! She hit her head on the header of the curly slide. Out like a light. To think, the last thing she saw was a curly slide. Now she is on the big playground in the sky.
They said that Pete cried for 3 days while Alvin had found another mate by the end of the very next day. I think we all know what‚Äôs going on there.