I was up in the tree of my forest. For the record I mean forest, not jungle. Apparently, I was adopted by birds. It wouldn’t have killed them to tell me. Then I looked at myself and realized it was stupid of me to not have realized it sooner. So let that be a lesson, don’t be an idiot. I was sitting in my tree and I saw a kid walking through the forest. Now, I would normally do monkey things to him. I would usually stroll down and have a nice, sophisticated conversation about the economy and the oil crisis. This kid though just threw nuts at me. So I called the cops and they assumed the kid called them on me. THE DUNCES. I then escaped the police man’s grasp and went to the Bernstein Bears’ house and stole their supplies. The little kid then wanted to play Xbox with me. To which i happily obliged. After an hour of Halo, the cop found me and I had to run. I ran for three yards and was out in the middle of the highway. So, I hitched a ride on a banana bacon truck and I am writing this here.