Sara and I were sitting in the shade near our tent enjoying some fruit for a snack when Sara said, “hey, does that monkey have my apple?!?” Sure enough, a very naughty monkey was scrambling up a nearby tree holding her apple in his mouth. I ran over to the tent where we had left the door open. Our grocery bag was sitting near the door, one apple lighter than before.
|A bad monkey eating Sara's apple, which he stole from our tent in Livingstone|