Enthralled Magazine Vol 1 Issue 7 - Velocity

Horsin' Around With Monkeys
By Ellwyn Autumn
It takes a great deal of skill to ride a monkey. I should know. I've ridden one.
Unlike most horses, I seemed to be a natural at it. Mother was so proud the first
time I jumped on a monkey's back and coaxed it into a steady jog around the
court.
I remember it as if it were only yesterday.
The sun was shining so bright that day, the trees, outlining the fringes of the
court, were in full bloom. The air was warm and filled with the scent of roses
from my mother's garden.
There were some in attendance who weren't as happy as Mother.
My friends were so jealous, but I didn't care, everyone else was on their feet
applauding my grand achievement.
Shortly after, Mother entered me and my monkey in tournaments. We had to
jump over great, big walls and weave in-and-out of mazes with sharp turns. At
the end of each tournament, we were awarded ribbons and trophies taller than
me.
My reputation as a skilled monkey rider spread far and wide. Newspapers wrote
stories about me with headlines in big, black letters on the front page. Universities
asked me to give commencement speeches at their graduation ceremonies.