Personal Narrative: Tom's Cages

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“So I’m asked to babysit a monkey. How hard can it be” I thought as I made my way over to my neighbor tom’s house. I made three brisk taps on their door. I waited for about ten seconds and then Tom’s mom open the door. “I’m here for Howie” I said. She yelled for Tom to bring down Howie and his cage down. A moment later there was a thud, thud, thud, on the stairs of and Tom. He slowly walked over and handed me the cage. He told me some stuff about Howie but I wasn't really listen to him. I was focused on the Emperor Tamarin jumping around it’s cage. I could just feel a great weekend starting up. During Tom’s quattuordecillion year speech all I heard was the following “If Howie is acting crazy give him some fruit.” He finally gave me Howie and I trotted off toward my house. …show more content…

First I knew I would have to play some games with him. After many hours of games, we would climb trees together. Then we would go fishing/canoeing. Probably it would be time to eat dinner by then. Wait what does he eat? I strained my memory trying to remember. Then I had it “He eats fruit” I exclaimed. This startled Howie who was sleeping in his crate. Now he was jumping around his cage going crazy. A few minutes later he settled back down. I reached through the bars and gave him a pat on the head. “We had our whole day planned out tomorrow” I whispered to him. I unlocked his cage and let him wander my room. I glanced at my clock and couldn’t beleive what time it was. 10:30 pm. I picked up Howie and put him away. Then hopped into my

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