Flythemonkey

I was born quite young on a parched grassy hilltop as I was plucked from my mothers womb. Was I given a pillow to lay on or blanket to wrap around me? Nay! But a craggy boulder made my bed. A teet, by my lucky stars, was provided only by a resting mongoose weaning her post nascent tyke. Unnatural, perhaps, but a friend I had made.It was this experience and precisely at that moment that I realized I had to be independent, I could rely on no one but myself any more. I abandoned myself to this epiphany like the tall dry grass abandons itself to the howling wind. Resolutely I live my life by a single motto: All beginnings have a middle.