Dr Fixit (281 - 290)
281 'The farmer wielded a machete. Bush baby ignored his pain and clearly envisioned what his next move should be as Mr Monkey was where he couldn't see but heard him urge him vehemently to escape as the farmer had no mercy to show to whoever he would grasp and for such his punishment would be harsh. So bush baby with his last call-up of strength, hurled his frame up 282 'a network of creepers at the edge of the farm and followed the stretch of it to a mammoth tree. Quickly, he slipped to a branch which did ferry his bulk to the tip of a cottonwood tree, quite massive, that every other tree around were under its massive canopy and the farmer could only stand and wag his machete at him, saying: "You're smart and I'm silly, 283 '"I know that's what you're thinking. Go thank your lucky stars, daft stripling. If you think I'd plant and you'd keep reaping, think and think again as the beating you'd get whenever I catch you or ...