The Social Life

The Social Life A monkey sits on the roof, eats a bon, bon with its wrapper on teasing a dog. I sit in the bar, with Sylvia and Fred, drink cola through a straw. Bottles on shelves promise me I will be strong, feel at ease with this weird couple. Fear will flutter away like butterflies in a glade disturbed by a hare. A small glass of beer, the monkey laughed. came down from the roof. I`m confident again Fred is funny and Sylvia is beautiful