The silver monkey did not belong in the kitchen, yet there he stood, balancing on a pile of prickly pineapples. Nada held her breath, her eyes wide as the little creature tilted his head and chirped. "I shall call you Pip, and you will live in my room," she whispered, reaching out a hand filled with sweet mango. She did not think about the wild jungle outside or the monkey's own family waiting in the green shadows of the hills.