chimpanzeeâs teeth and as he couldnât go to the dentist, I ate it. Then I didnât feel as dizzy, but I was picking bits of stuff out my teeth for ages.
I know I have to eat something or I get a bit faint, I think thatâs because of all the medicine I take, but Iâm on a mission to get as much food as possible for my new friend. Mark always tells me to eat a banana whenever I can because thatâs a good energyfood. Just like the tennis players at Wimbledon, and the footballers, and long-distance runners, and rugby players, and soldiers, and round the world yachtsmen, and mountain climbers and⦠the list goes on. I sometimes wonder if there can possibly be enough bananas in the whole world â maybe thatâs why chimpanzees are an endangered species, because we are all sports-mad and eating their bananas. I think I should start a new campaign for all those people to eat a chocolate bar instead.
Save the World â Eat a Chocolate Bar!
I sneaked out, scared that Mark might see me, but then I saw him and the others in the chemistry lab. They were wearing goggles as they stood around something that looked as though it was going to burst into flames at any minute. I sometimes think teachers are either very brave or very stupid â I wouldnât let Rocky near anything potentially explosive.
I thought that no one would miss me if I didnât hang about for the Design and Technology class where we were going to design and make a pair of slippers. That would be very useful, I suppose, if you were planning to be a care worker in an old peopleâs home, but I had to save a frightened and starving chimpanzee, so there was no contest. Iâll apologise now for all the elderly people who will need slippers one day.
I was very careful about going back to the BlackGate, because although everyone thought it was haunted and infested by evil spirits there was always the possibility that other kids would take as big a risk as we had. I crept into the bushes near the main gates and waited, then eased through the side of the gate, and pushed the bits of bush and weeds back into the gap. It was still a bit nerve-racking going up to the house, because you never knew what else could be up there. I mean, if the chimpanzee had been dumped by someone who kept exotic pets because they couldnât afford to feed him any more, then there might be all kinds of creatures lurking. What if there were snakes or crocodiles? I hadnât been into any of the bathrooms yet, so who knew what might be in there?
I sneaked in the same way. I stopped and listened. The house was still as gloomy as it had been the day before and I couldnât hear anything â there were no obvious sounds of slithering crocodiles or bone-crushing snakes curled around the banister. I whispered as loudly as I could, âHello, monkey?â
He didnât answer, but then I guessed he was probably still scared, but I hoped he might have recognised my voice. I moved further into thehouse and the floorboards squeaked no matter how carefully I trod. It was still very creepy. I whispered again, but there was no reply. Now I was getting a bit worried that after yesterday I had scared him off and he might have escaped. Then heâd be running around in the countryside, lost and confused with no idea where to go or where I lived. So there was no way he could come and get help from me.
I went into the kitchen again and through the back door to the courtyard and the big greenhouse. âMonkey? Monkey? Itâs me, Beanie. Remember me?â I listened but I still couldnât hear anything. I sat down on the old sacks and emptied the food from my backpack and kept talking to him all the time, hoping that he could hear me and that the sound of my voice would bring him out from wherever he was hiding.
âIâve got a really nice big banana and a couple of apples and a very juicy orange as Iâm sure you must be thirsty
I know I have to eat something or I get a bit faint, I think thatâs because of all the medicine I take, but Iâm on a mission to get as much food as possible for my new friend. Mark always tells me to eat a banana whenever I can because thatâs a good energyfood. Just like the tennis players at Wimbledon, and the footballers, and long-distance runners, and rugby players, and soldiers, and round the world yachtsmen, and mountain climbers and⦠the list goes on. I sometimes wonder if there can possibly be enough bananas in the whole world â maybe thatâs why chimpanzees are an endangered species, because we are all sports-mad and eating their bananas. I think I should start a new campaign for all those people to eat a chocolate bar instead.
Save the World â Eat a Chocolate Bar!
I sneaked out, scared that Mark might see me, but then I saw him and the others in the chemistry lab. They were wearing goggles as they stood around something that looked as though it was going to burst into flames at any minute. I sometimes think teachers are either very brave or very stupid â I wouldnât let Rocky near anything potentially explosive.
I thought that no one would miss me if I didnât hang about for the Design and Technology class where we were going to design and make a pair of slippers. That would be very useful, I suppose, if you were planning to be a care worker in an old peopleâs home, but I had to save a frightened and starving chimpanzee, so there was no contest. Iâll apologise now for all the elderly people who will need slippers one day.
I was very careful about going back to the BlackGate, because although everyone thought it was haunted and infested by evil spirits there was always the possibility that other kids would take as big a risk as we had. I crept into the bushes near the main gates and waited, then eased through the side of the gate, and pushed the bits of bush and weeds back into the gap. It was still a bit nerve-racking going up to the house, because you never knew what else could be up there. I mean, if the chimpanzee had been dumped by someone who kept exotic pets because they couldnât afford to feed him any more, then there might be all kinds of creatures lurking. What if there were snakes or crocodiles? I hadnât been into any of the bathrooms yet, so who knew what might be in there?
I sneaked in the same way. I stopped and listened. The house was still as gloomy as it had been the day before and I couldnât hear anything â there were no obvious sounds of slithering crocodiles or bone-crushing snakes curled around the banister. I whispered as loudly as I could, âHello, monkey?â
He didnât answer, but then I guessed he was probably still scared, but I hoped he might have recognised my voice. I moved further into thehouse and the floorboards squeaked no matter how carefully I trod. It was still very creepy. I whispered again, but there was no reply. Now I was getting a bit worried that after yesterday I had scared him off and he might have escaped. Then heâd be running around in the countryside, lost and confused with no idea where to go or where I lived. So there was no way he could come and get help from me.
I went into the kitchen again and through the back door to the courtyard and the big greenhouse. âMonkey? Monkey? Itâs me, Beanie. Remember me?â I listened but I still couldnât hear anything. I sat down on the old sacks and emptied the food from my backpack and kept talking to him all the time, hoping that he could hear me and that the sound of my voice would bring him out from wherever he was hiding.
âIâve got a really nice big banana and a couple of apples and a very juicy orange as Iâm sure you must be thirsty
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