July, 2008–in honor of Sarah Palin
Once upon a time there was an old sourpuss of an organ grinder who trudged the marketplaces, byways, and gathering places of the country cranking out dreary tunes everyone had long since grown tired of. Few came to hear him play, and nobody danced to his discordant music.
Then one day while playing at the zoo he noticed that one of the monkeys seemed to be swaying in time with the noise from his organ. He cranked a little faster and, sure enough, the monkey danced faster. He slowed, and so did the monkey!
A few passersby noticed what was going on and giggled with delight. He did it again, and more people gathered. Word quickly spread around the zoo grounds, and soon a large crowd was cheering the little monkey dancing to the old man’s music.
Nobody cared any more that they didn’t like the music. The monkey could dance to it! The monkey could dance to it!
Oh, how the old man beamed when the crowds swarmed around him to see the monkey dance. Oh, how the monkey chittered and leapt when the crowd clapped and threw peanuts. Everyone was giddy together.
The old man may have been a sourpuss but he was no fool. He knew the monkey upstaged the music nobody liked. So he quickly made a bargain with the zookeeper to borrow the monkey for a while, chained it close to him, and they were last seen charming a festive crowd at the fairgrounds.