The young little monkey watched as James lay down near him in the mud. Slowly he crawled over to the horse on unsteady limbs. Emerald green eyes bright and curious looked over the horse. A small hand reached out and gently touched the horses side, his small little fingers opening and closing in the stiff fur of James’ body. Rough. Sun spoke the one word simply as he felt his new caretakers body. His own pelt was soft and silky while James was rough and his body fur stiff.

As Aristotle picked the little monkey up ever so gently in his jaws, and set him on James back, Sun couldn’t help the small noise of protest he made as he was picked up. He wasn’t sure he liked mouth carry. It was wet and made his fur feel funny. Instinctively the little monkey wrapped his tiny hands in the horse's mane so he wouldn’t fall off. As the horse stood the little monkey perked curiously at the rocking motion. Now that he liked. It was a steady sure motion. As the horse spoke the little monkey listened intently. He wasn’t sure what the two were talking about, but he felt safe and that was what mattered wasn’t it?

The little monkey sat up straight looking around from his new higher perch on James’ back. This he liked, being up high was fun! A bright laugh of joy left the little monkey as he let out a soft squeal and leaned against James neck snuggling in. Fun! The little monkey exclaimed joyously.

@James @Aristotle