There once was a monkey. Well hell there was a lot of monkeys. All named monkey. Not sure who the hell named them but it was somebody so I called them monkey as well. Anyway these monkeys they where playing around and swinging from trees and monkey said to monkey. "Hey Monkey can you swing like these" he said pointing to the other ones nuts so that monkey shook his nuts too. While both monkeys where swinging there nuts a third monkey came and said "you two stop with the nuts." Neither stopped. So the third monkey grabbed the two nuts and squeezed. Both monkeys screamed and it was completely nuts.

I got one eye. Well actually two but I only got eyes or one eye for you. The other eye man its rather dam slow because the other eye ain't working. Not really cause its broken. That is why I'll be your guy if you only would go for a guy with one eye.

While walking through the park whistling I came across a Jay. Well that's what it was a Jay. I thought does this Jay know how to fly? Being the nice guy that I am I picked it up and threw it into the air. The jay crashed down causing me much worry. What on earth do I do now? So I took the Jay home and have been feeding him birdseed and worms. I have tried to demonstrate flying to him many times by running around flapping my arms in his presence. I think he is starting to catch on. I can tell because his look of confusion and being dumbfound when I do this has changed to a look of understanding. Tomorrow to simulate the way a mother Jay teaches her birds to fly by pushing them out of the nest I am going to climb a tall tree and drop her. This may sound harsh to some but I am devastated over having to do this. I really hope the Jay flies. Although this is going to be hard on both of us I have been reading books on tough love and I really think this is the best way. If you have any advice on bringing up a baby bird or even a toddler who was a slow walker I could really use your advice. Thanks.