The Story of the Flying Monkeys

Last night Sabrea was playing at the neighbor’s place while I got groceries. She found a small box and stuck a cat toy in it. She then closed up the end and handed it to me. Knowing what she had done, I cautiously opened the box and exclaimed: “There’s flying monkeys in there!” Sabrea giggled and the legend started.

After asking her dozens of questions, we figured out that flying monkeys went on vacation to Kimmers’ home. They ate carrots. They did NOT fly (rather they hopped) and enjoyed their water tremendously! I thought it sounded like they were bunny rabbits, but Sabrea swore that they were flying monkeys. They rather enjoyed their box-home as well. They are not big creatures, and several of them fit inside the box. They are “teeny-tiny.” Not only did we have adult flying monkeys, we “adopted” baby flying monkeys as well! Imagine my surprise when I had my hands full with invisible complex creatures that I knew nothing about! Sabrea calmed my fears though. She insisted on taking them home to go to bed. They sleep in a “nice, cozy bed.”

After digging out the cat toy from the box and returning it to Marbles, we captured all the flying monkeys, and closed them carefully in their box. Sabrea was more than happy to bring them back downstairs to put them to bed. (So I didn’t have to fight with her to go downstairs).

Once we got downstairs, Sabrea immediately took the box to her bed and gently dumped out the flying monkeys. I asked Sabrea if she was ready to go to bed. “I can’t. The flying monkeys are on my pillow.” We walked into her room, and sure enough, the flying monkeys were camping out on her pillow! I put my hand out, and they climbed into it. I took them to an even cozier place to sleep. The belly of Sabrea’s stuffed lamb made a perfect flying monkey bed for the adults and the babies. We whispered our goodnights and prayers so we wouldn’t wake the babies. After I tucked Sabrea in, I heard her singing very softly. I asked her what she was doing. “Singing lullaby for the baby flying monkeys. They was crying.” I smiled softly, and hoped that she would wake up forgetting the flying monkeys.

It didn’t happen! The flying monkeys did sleep in, but Sabrea is still baby-sitting them. The babies get hungry, and I don’t have any baby flying monkey food. Sabrea pretends to use her spoon to “feed” the babies.

So goes the legend of the flying monkeys…anyone have any carrots?

This is the original carrying case of the infamous Flying Monkeys. Apparently, they enjoy it so much that mommy is not allowed to throw it away!