I slowly crept through the trees and brush, following the flow of musical note and pristine tone. Finally, I stumbled into a small clearing. The snow glistened pure white and sparkled from the far away sun's cold shine.
I looked and saw a small monkey holding a paperclip dancing in the middle the clearing. I laughed and pointed. "What a silly monkey." I giggled. For really I had never seen something so odd in the middle of a clearing on an almost winter day.
This little titter must have startled him, because he leapt up offkilter and tumbled to ground suddenly EXPLODING with a large bang. "Oh my SWEET GOD!!!", I screamed. That is horrible.
I wondered what had just happend to him. Looking down, I saw that the entire field contained small lumps underneath the snow. I picked up a large pumpkin that was painted green lying at my feet and threw it at one of them. Sure enough it exploded. Yup, the monkey was dancing amongst a mine field. What a stupid monkey. I hate him now. All he thought about was his damned paperclip and let everything else, including his own safety, slip away.
I heard the flute again. Oh yes, I have to find out where this is coming from. I treaded through the clearing and.... OOOOPS. I forgot about the minefield, what with me thinking about the stupid monkey and all. I blew off one of my legs. DAMN IT. Now I REALLY hate that monkey.
So, I hopped off on my one good leg and found myself looking over a small hill, down into a frozen river. Sure enough, there was the source of that heavenly sound. Frozen solid half in the water was a dead Parisian man. His forehead was riddled with little holes that looked about the size of a paperclip puncture. The wind whistled through his now immobile skull causing it to play the most lovely tunes I ever heard.
I then vomitted all over myself.
God, how I hate that monkey.