Macaque monkeys! In posh coats! Out SHOPPING!
Not only that - the monkey is called Darwin! Clearly taking time out from Monkey Butlering to the gentry.
And bless, like many a panicing purchaser of presents, the poor simian shopper was stressed out by it all, and had to go for a lie down at the Story Book Farm Primate Sanctuary in southern Ontario.
Where the staff immediately robbed him of his raiment, as divesting a double-breasted dufflecoat from a monkey is more natural.
Unless the monkey is in the removal business, or other tea-related activities.
Seems his owner is all bereft of her baboon - "I know he cannot live without me and everyone who knows Darwin can vouch for this. He needs his mother like a child needs his mother."
Well, the dozy mare1 shouldn't have let him go off shopping on his own, should she!
"OK, Darwin, Mummy's off to look at Bras, Pants, Shoes, Perfume, Make-up and Tampons. You nip to Ikea and sort out a table for the Xmas dinner. Don't forget, we have quite a gathering this year. G. Raffe, C. Lyons, Paula Bayers, Aunty Loap, Mamma Sett, Bea Verre, Seal, Snake Plisskin, Dolph Lungerungerungeren, etc etc..."
Monkeys in the mall - whatever next!
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