When we were growing up, my older brother had a ringtail monkey. At a family gathering, my youngest brother was regaling everyone with a very funny story about the monkey getting out of his cage. But, he kept saying it was a chimpanzee, and being corrected by several of the siblings saying it was a monkey. He kept insisting it was a chimp. Well, soon after, my sister saw a stuffed monkey and sent it to him-with no return address or name. He figured out it was her and sent her a stuffed chimp. She started sending him monkeys of every kind, and got the rest of us, living all over the country to send him postcards, birthday cards, anything with a monkey on it. This has been going on now for about 10 years. At first he was a bit perturbed, now he loves it. He has quite a collection, including sheets and towels, Christmas ornaments and wine. And yet, he still insists it was a chimp.
at 9:06 AM on Oct. 31, 2010