But lets just for once focus on the fact that he had been bit, and bit like never before. All he was doing was trying to do was inquire of the rain outside, just poking his head out for a while. He didn't get wet (as it had stopped raining), but got much more.
Now he's blank about what to do. Sure, administering 'jections and other drugs is okay, but not any less embarrassing than anything else. Embarrassment lies at every step ahead. That is the consternation. He was a fool enough to do what he did, and no less a fool in how he's handling it at the moment by not consulting a professional. No outside involvement, you see. The bite is gaining its own character now; everyday there's a ring of new color around the tiny little bite mark, swelling so fast that soon it might not be hidden anymore. The pain is fluctuating, receding around the evenings but prominently felt around the sleep cycles. Dreams, he hopes won't be too influenced by it. Last night he dreamed of defecating; for a fact we know that monkeys defecate in resolving territorial disputes.
If he were to have a kingdom, that monkey-thing would be the most wanted criminal today.
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