Autobiography of a Monkey I was born on a tree like every other monkey. My parents taught me how to swing from tree to tree and steal bananas from people. They brought me up like any other monkey. But one day they left me and went to the deeper part of the jungle leaving me back home in our banyan tree. 
My uncle came to my tree and looked after me. He picked me and dropped me to school just like my mother did and removed lice from my hair exactly the way my father did. Whenever I asked him why my parents left me he said it was for my good and I never understood why. But now I am a father and the head of the society of monkeys. I enjoy my post forgetting the work load but we all go through one common problem, monkey kidnapping. Hunters and monkey capturers come to our jungle and set traps for monkeys. 
They train the trapped monkey to work in circuses. We have all tried to get over this problem but it seems impossible to deal with it. In the last year three hundred and fifty monkeys have been trapped and taken away to the circus. Human beings have been extremely cruel towards us. One day, I was sitting on my tree and eating a banana when I realized that some poachers had entered the jungle. They threw a net on me and pulled it. So I fell from my branch and got captured. The next thing I knew that I was thrown in a box and kept there for a while. Later I felt the box moving and soon I was set free. I was thrown in to a cage. 
I panicked and tried to find a way out of the cage but failed. I felt like a prisoner. Soon a man with a lasso and a whip entered the cage. He showed us videos of monkeys dancing and jumping from rope to rope instead of tree to tree. We enjoyed. Since there were only monkeys there he spoke in our language. Soon he called another man. He came with a long pistol and slingshot. I became pale. He removed us from our cages and told us to jump as far and high as we could. A monkey got aimed at with sling shot as he was not jumping. My heart beat increased with every jump and sling shot. I started to feel dizzy looking at the yellow and red striped room. Suddenly I felt someone shaking me. I opened my eyes and Hurrah ! It was just a dream. - Krishni Jumani