Dad

They had finally caught him. The Giant Greek Monkey, thought by many to be a myth. They had caught him and operated on him, removed the tumour from his bladder and forced him to lie around for several days to recover. The operation had been a complete success, though they would keep an eye on the rare specimen just to be safe.

Dave and Jean watched as the animal turned and struggled, anxious to be free of the various tubes sticking in various places, desperate to be rid of the annoying drip, longing, hopelessly longing to return to the wild where he belonged.

This Monkey was, of cause, Dave's father.

"Dad, can we get you anything? Anything at all? Food, drink? A Pizza?"

"No, no," grumbled the beast, "I'm fine."

"Some coke?"

"Yes."

When the couple returned with a large amount of coke the Monkey's eyes finally lit up, clearly reminded of the rivers of coke from back home. The pleasure was short lived, however, when the nurse informed him no fizzy drinks.

"Dad, can we get you anything else? Anything at all? Food, drink? A Pizza?"

"No, no," grumbled the beast, "I'm fine."

The Monkey's other son, Alan, showed up a little later. The brothers and Jean asked several more times if he wanted anything and eventually gave up. Alan got down to the more important task of taking the p*ss, Dave laughed and Jean fell asleep. The Monkey longed for home more and more with each passing moment.

At the end of visiting hours, Dave's dad turned to the brothers and said, "Why didn't you buy me anything to eat? I'll be hungry in an hour."

In his weakened state he probably would have been alot easier to kill. The thought clearly crossed both the brothers' minds.

They convinced the nurses to extend visiting hours a little longer, picked up a ham and pineapple pizza and delivered it.

"Enjoy."