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Write about what you find or discover in the basement, and how you find your way out. or if you find your way out Do you meet anyone down there? Is your muse helpful in helping you navigate a path back upstairs? "Paradise is calling. If you’re reading this, I know you feel the calling!"{https://dreamdashjournal.com} Monkeys and the Muse Hi, Lilly. She is sitting behind the bar, on a high stool. a cup of coffee in her hand. Hi, Apondia, what are you up to today? I was wondering, at the end of the Halloween party all the monkeys trooped out of here through that door. I pointed at the door behind the bar. Where did they go? You'll have to ask the basement guy? He is doing inventory in the basement. If you are going down take this ball of string. Sometimes people go down there and don't come back. Tie it to the bottom of the stair railing so you can find your way back up. She handed me a large ball of string. Don't worry, I'll take the string. My muse is going with me so I think I'll be O.K. At the bottom of the stairs, I tied the string to the railing. I could see a person sorting boxes by a tall piece of shelving. Hi, I'm Apondia. I'm the basement Guy. What are you doing down here? Looking to find where the monkeys from the Halloween party went? Good luck with that? Woo, what is that high pitched noise? It's coming from over there by that shimmering wall. I covered my ears. As I started to move toward the shimmering place, Basement Guy yelled from a new position halfway up the stairs. Hey! Don't go over there. Then he ran up the stairs and through the door into the bar. The noise was getting stronger. I reached the place on the wall that was shimmering brightly in all the colors of the rainbow. Then the muse spoke, close your eyes, listen to the sound. Imitate the sound with your voice and move quickly forward. I obeyed the voice of the muse. I started imitating the sounds of a sweet song that vibrated in my mind. After a few forward steps I opened my eyes. I was in a whirling grey stringy vortex. I took one more step and found myself in a small clearing. Behind me the shimmering wall and vortex had disappeared. I could see the string reeled out across the ground. The ball of string was still in my hand, and it was not getting any smaller. The muse pointed out trees beyond the grassy clearing. We walked toward the trees. The grasses along our path were wildly colored tropical types. We identified clumps of red sedge, Blue Fescue, and pink cotton candy grasses. Many different heights and styles of grasses were around us as we walked toward the towering trees. Bunny tails had white blossoms on a dark colored stem. There was a lot of different colors of fountain grass with long green and red leaves with fuzzy seeded leaves in red and purple varieties. It was a good start because behind all the brilliantly colored grasses were trees of tropical types we never see in the North. I saw Golden cane palm trees, coral barked Japanese maple trees, yellow trumpet trees, and windmill palm trees. Then there were the tropical forest trees we walked through that held the monkeys. Many of the varieties of monkeys I had seen at the party were there. Andre dropped out of a nearby tree with a banana in both hands. One of the bananas he gave to me. He showed me how much fun the monkeys were having playing games of tag in the trees, he showed me how they use tools to find and eat food. There is a sign there calling this place, Monkey Land. It is a memorial to the Rhesus monkeys and even the mice that were the first space travelers. A true story: scientists used Rhesus monkeys as the first space travelers. They measured thrust pressure results and other science-based health results by putting monkeys up as the first travelers in space. Many, especially the first ones did not survive. The very first one was named Albert. Albert was a rhesus monkey. Monkeys are considered intelligent because they use their brains to make tools, play games and map their environments, so they know where to find regular supplies of the types of foods they eat. My muse walked with us and told me it was time to get back. I started rolling up the ball of string. Andre gave us the idea that he would like to have the ball of string to give to the younger monkeys to play with. So, I held it out and he bite it in two. I gave him the ball which he sailed up into the trees. Monkeys started chasing him and as we wound up the string that was left on the ground leading us back to the basement, there was a riotous game occurring in the trees we left behind. Getting back was just a reverse of getting out of the basement. As we followed the string across the clearing the musical sound came back. We sang our way back into the basement. Then, untied the string and walked up the stairs, through the door and into the bar. Lilly was still there drinking coffee. I gave your ball of string to Andre. It's O.K. I have more. Come back anytime. The monkeys like visitors. Yes. It's time to go home and sit with a cup of tea. Adventures make me tired. Bye. Bye. See You on "Questions of the Day" tomorrow. Reference: https://www.si.edu/newsdesk/releases/monkey-movements-explained-forest-structure... https://history.nasa.gov/animals.html word count 965 |
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