One of the monkeys discovered the open, unscreened bathroom window in a third-floor flat. Pretty soon he stuck his head in cautiously, then his whole body, then the only thing visible was his tail disappearing inside. Perhaps he wanted a drink.
Theresa went and alerted Chantal, the apartment manager, and one of the staff shooed the monkeys away at least from the open window. But everyone then hung around in the parking lot, watching the monkey business in the trees. They are so full of energy -- and are very close to flying, the way they move from branch to rooftop to ground and back.
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