EDITOR – If you’re thinking of enjoying a quiet Sunday watching the tennis in the peace of your home, think again. You’re at home, so some windows and doors are open to let the sunshine and air in, but as you walk into your kitchen you are suddenly confronted by an intruder nonchalantly walking out the kitchen with an apple in its clutches. You chase it out, and realise that a troop of thirty-odd marauders is sitting on your wall, happily eating several of your apples. The sneaky scout boldly bares his blue bottom at you as he mocks your mood and taunts your tantrum. You decide to lock yourself in your own home.
Realising that the source of food has been shut off, the starving harem and their offspring return a second time to attack every wild banana plant in your garden and rip every berry off your tree. Once again they laugh in the face of danger as, by now, you are mad.
Then, just as the tennis final is in progress, you hear a thud in your entrance. Could it be? There on the floor lies your freshly-baked loaf of bread, left on the cooling rack in the kitchen, but just too large to squeeze through the opening of a window left slightly ajar. After all, it’s the front entrance for goodness’ sake, not the kitchen. Outside on the window ledge the poor starving primate looks at you and wonders why you’re so upset at the invasion of your home and just how she is going to feed her young.
Sandy Wilson
Westville
