A sailor in an exotic country bought a wooden monkey… After awhile he didn’t liked the monkey and discarded it on his travel. Some ordinary morning he saw the monkey sitting on his shoulders in the mirrow doing his morning wash. It weared him down to exhaustion. He sailed all over the world to find back the monkey. He found the wooden monkey someday. Actually the wooden monkey was given to him. Someday he sold the wooden monkey to another sailor; and his burden monkey on his shoulders dissapeared. Hard to believe, but that is how its written.
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A ghost story I read in my kids closet. When i was a kid. I remembered only bits and pieces. But today on corana tuesday I remembered it all.