A Day in the Life of a Sock Monkey

My name is Jacques.  I am a vintage sock monkey.  I flew in from Paris a couple of weeks ago and there was so much turbulence I dislocated both of my shoulders.  

 My guardian angels were watching over me when they dropped me in Little Miss Maggie's care.  She surgically repaired my shoulders.

 Now I get to lay in bed for hours reading the latest sock monkey adventures.

 She put me up in the bridal suite and I do have to share it with the honeymooners.

 I get up around noon and play by the seashore (well sort of).

 I do have to put up with a lot of cats though.

 Darn, they are all over the place.

 In the afternoon I enjoy the symphony.

 I hope I never have to fly anywhere ever again.

Boy, what an exhausting day.  I think I'll have my milk and cookies now.   That cat better not try to steal them from me.  I have it pretty good here.  I think I'll stay for a while longer.  Au revoir.

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