she had all the qualities of an inconsiderate babooon - swinging from branch to branch without a care in the world.

but such neglectful and disconcerting behaviour couldn't have been with her all her life...

right?

or was she just hiding it so that others couldn't see her for who she really was. 

meg reeled back from her laptop screen.

she'd been spending so much time reading garbage on the net lately that similar thoughts began to encircle her mind.

'i need a coffee,' she mumbled to herself.

suddenly, as if zeus himself had struck a lightning bolt from the heavens, a giant baboon appeared in her living room.

'wtf?' screamed meg, 'where did you come from?'

'i a baboon. look. i is have onnnnnneeeeee big butt.' laughed the baboon.

'don'tt kill meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee' she pleaded.

within seconds, meg was gallantly leaping towards her window. 

her hopes of jumping out and landing into the safety of her fresh daisy garden was the only thing that was on her mind.

she had to get away from this random baboon of death.

but it was only milliseconds before her feet left the ground that she realised her window was still closed.

CRRRRRRRRASHHHH!

meg woke up.

her face was imprinted with the keys from her laptop keyboard.

'i need a coffee,' she mumbled to herself..........

don't ask.
i just felt like writing..