The Last Banana

After a horrible mix-up at the zoo, Dad and I left with a lemur instead of my little brother Joey.

“Maybe Mom won’t notice,” I said as we waited for the train. “She’s always saying Joey acts like a monkey.”

Dad glanced down at the lemur.  We had dressed him in Joey’s spare blue jacket and red hat and he actually did resemble Joey a little.

Dad suddenly looked relieved.  “Yeah,” he said with a smile, “maybe she won’t notice.”

And, up until later that evening when she reached for the last banana, she didn’t.

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