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One evening, after the zoo was closed, Mr Grabber, the keeper of the monkeys, opened the door to the cage.
“Which of you hairy gang would like some banana ice cream?” he called out.
“Oooh, ah ah aha!” replied the nearest half-a-dozen monkeys who had heard him.
“Well swing on out of the cage and work for your keep,” said Mr Grabber.
Theo was among the monkeys who reported for duty in a line outside the cage. He wondered what criminal scheme Mr Grabber would have up his sleeve this time. But that evening, the keeper’s aim seemed surprisingly public spirited. He ordered them to pick up litter and to put it into black bin bags, and whenever they found an old entrance ticket to the zoo, to put it into a special green bag to be recycled. And he promised that he would exchange banana ice cream for full bags of litter.
The monkeys understood perfectly well what to do, and soon they were hopping around the zoo, trailing litter bags behind them, some black, some green. Sometimes one of them would try to put a crisp packet or a sandwich wrapper inside a green bag, and Mr Grabber would yell.
“Oi, you, that monkey! Only tickets go in the green bag.“
And while the monkeys were working, Mr Grabber tipped full bins of litter onto the ground and told them to sort out the tickets from the rest of the rubbish.
After an hour and a half of litter picking, the monkeys claimed their reward, and Mr Grabber was as good as his word. He gave each of them a big tub of yellow ice cream.
“And there will be more of that tomorrow evening,” he promised.
After dark, Theo spoke to Fucious, the most respected old monkey in their tribe.
“Oh wise one,” he said. “What is the meaning of Mr Grabber’s tidying and recycling? Is he a reformed man?”
The silver haired monkey scratched his head. “It is indeed very puzzling. Perhaps even a man as selfish and greedy as Mr Grabber wishes to save the planet from a mountain of rubbish.”
The next day, the Peters family joined the queue of visitors outside the zoo. Little Jack Peters said:
“I want to see the monkeys and feed them chocolate through the bars so that they all go crazy like this,” and he did a little dance while he scratched himself under the arms.
“That’s silly,” said both his sisters, quite unamused.
When they reached the pay kiosk, Mr Peters asked to pay for two adults and three children.
“That will be £125 sir,” said the ticket seller.
“Oh dear,” said Mr Peters. “That is rather a lot. I don’t think I have enough money on my payment card.”
“Sorry sir. The prices went up at New Year,” said the ticket seller.
“Sorry kids,” said Mr Peters. “The zoo’s too expensive. We’ll have to go to the playground in the park. At least that’s still free.”
As the dejected family started to leave, a lady came up to them and said: “Would you like some cheap tickets to the zoo? I bought some for my family in advance, but now Grandma has been taken ill and we can’t go. I’ll let you have five for 50 quid.“
Mr Peters knew a bargain when he saw it and gladly paid.
But he didn’t know that the lady was Mr Grabber’s girlfriend, and she was selling the recycled tickets that the monkeys had picked up. It was Mr Grabber’s latest criminal scheme to make quick and easy money.
The plot would have gone undetected, if Theo had not been watching from the top of the cage. His sharp eyes spotted what was happening just outside the entrance to the zoo, and he understood everything.
That evening Theo tried to stop the other monkeys from helping Mr Grabber to recycle old zoo tickets.
“Don’t do it. You are aiding and abetting a criminal scheme,” he told them.
“No we’re not. Recycling is good,” said a monkey called Janice as she hopped out of the cage to join that evening’s ice cream gang.
Once again, Theo climbed up onto the rock of the wise one in the centre of the cage, and he consulted Fucious.
“Master, what am I to do?” he asked.
“Stay calm, be patient, watch, and wait for inspiration to tell you what to do,” advised the ol
“Which of you hairy gang would like some banana ice cream?” he called out.
“Oooh, ah ah aha!” replied the nearest half-a-dozen monkeys who had heard him.
“Well swing on out of the cage and work for your keep,” said Mr Grabber.
Theo was among the monkeys who reported for duty in a line outside the cage. He wondered what criminal scheme Mr Grabber would have up his sleeve this time. But that evening, the keeper’s aim seemed surprisingly public spirited. He ordered them to pick up litter and to put it into black bin bags, and whenever they found an old entrance ticket to the zoo, to put it into a special green bag to be recycled. And he promised that he would exchange banana ice cream for full bags of litter.
The monkeys understood perfectly well what to do, and soon they were hopping around the zoo, trailing litter bags behind them, some black, some green. Sometimes one of them would try to put a crisp packet or a sandwich wrapper inside a green bag, and Mr Grabber would yell.
“Oi, you, that monkey! Only tickets go in the green bag.“
And while the monkeys were working, Mr Grabber tipped full bins of litter onto the ground and told them to sort out the tickets from the rest of the rubbish.
After an hour and a half of litter picking, the monkeys claimed their reward, and Mr Grabber was as good as his word. He gave each of them a big tub of yellow ice cream.
“And there will be more of that tomorrow evening,” he promised.
After dark, Theo spoke to Fucious, the most respected old monkey in their tribe.
“Oh wise one,” he said. “What is the meaning of Mr Grabber’s tidying and recycling? Is he a reformed man?”
The silver haired monkey scratched his head. “It is indeed very puzzling. Perhaps even a man as selfish and greedy as Mr Grabber wishes to save the planet from a mountain of rubbish.”
The next day, the Peters family joined the queue of visitors outside the zoo. Little Jack Peters said:
“I want to see the monkeys and feed them chocolate through the bars so that they all go crazy like this,” and he did a little dance while he scratched himself under the arms.
“That’s silly,” said both his sisters, quite unamused.
When they reached the pay kiosk, Mr Peters asked to pay for two adults and three children.
“That will be £125 sir,” said the ticket seller.
“Oh dear,” said Mr Peters. “That is rather a lot. I don’t think I have enough money on my payment card.”
“Sorry sir. The prices went up at New Year,” said the ticket seller.
“Sorry kids,” said Mr Peters. “The zoo’s too expensive. We’ll have to go to the playground in the park. At least that’s still free.”
As the dejected family started to leave, a lady came up to them and said: “Would you like some cheap tickets to the zoo? I bought some for my family in advance, but now Grandma has been taken ill and we can’t go. I’ll let you have five for 50 quid.“
Mr Peters knew a bargain when he saw it and gladly paid.
But he didn’t know that the lady was Mr Grabber’s girlfriend, and she was selling the recycled tickets that the monkeys had picked up. It was Mr Grabber’s latest criminal scheme to make quick and easy money.
The plot would have gone undetected, if Theo had not been watching from the top of the cage. His sharp eyes spotted what was happening just outside the entrance to the zoo, and he understood everything.
That evening Theo tried to stop the other monkeys from helping Mr Grabber to recycle old zoo tickets.
“Don’t do it. You are aiding and abetting a criminal scheme,” he told them.
“No we’re not. Recycling is good,” said a monkey called Janice as she hopped out of the cage to join that evening’s ice cream gang.
Once again, Theo climbed up onto the rock of the wise one in the centre of the cage, and he consulted Fucious.
“Master, what am I to do?” he asked.
“Stay calm, be patient, watch, and wait for inspiration to tell you what to do,” advised the ol
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