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Once there was a little monkey who found a computer next to a tree in the forest. He poked it and tasted it and slapped at it, as you’d expect any monkey to do.

He was very attracted to the large and smooth flat surface, and the little light in the bottom corner.

You can imagine his surprise when he pushed the button and the large smooth surface turned into a colorful, flickering, multi-colored, beautiful object of mystery.

After some time of staring into the colorful surface, he began wanting to do something with it. His eyes found a funny flat object connected to the flat colorful surface thing. It had a bunch of little shiny block on it that were painted with tiny little pictures.

The monkey started to poke each of the little blocks with his stubby, fat fingers, and the colorful flat surface began to change. Each time he pushed one of the blocks, a tiny little picture, the same as was painted on the little block, appeared on the flat surface.

Oh, this kept him busy for a long time. He was enjoying the way that the pictures formed lines and then when they got to the far right, they would start again at the left (not that he knew his left from right).

He got so excited he wanted to take it home to show his children. They would not believe him if he just told them about it. They’d think it was another one of his silly stories.

He took a tight grip on the large box with the shiny flat surface and pulled, but it was hung up on something. It seemed like it was tied to a vine or something that came out of the back of it. He yanked and yanked until it came loose.

But just as it came loose, the colors disappeared. He put the box down and poked at it and tasted it and screamed at it, but nothing happened. He became so frustrated with it that he picked it up and threw it down the hill. It bounced and crashed at the bottom of the hill. It might have exploded.

That’s when the monkey noticed the orange vine that had been tied to the box. He decided to follow it to see where it took him.

It took him through the forest, under a log, through a small creek, under a wooden fence, through a large flat concrete parking lot, in through a window, and into an office full of cubicles, then around a maze of cubicles to a small desk with a leather chair with a smaller computer on the desk. There was a painting of a dog.

It looked comfortable, so he sat down in it.

Suddenly, a large upright walking man with clothes on rounded the corned and threw some papers on the desk in front of the monkey.

“Get these done!” said the man without looking at the monkey.

The monkey screamed, which was echoed by some of the workers in the neighboring cubicles. Then it went quiet.

The monkey looked through the papers and moved some to the side, held up one of them with corrections on a design layout, and got to work.

He ended up tweaking a few website designs and making a couple of blog entries before the day was through, and he finally got home.

When he did get home, he was right, his children just thought it was another one of his silly stories.

Jorge