Monk was disgusted. They had been at this small beachside resort for three days and there was nothing to do. He had already conquered the climbing wall, that was a joke (at least for a monkey). He’d played all the games, explored every square inch of the swimming pool, and knew every grain of sand on the beach. He’d named two hundred of them before running out of names and then counted 16,578 more before lunch time. He wondered why his parents felt this would be a great place to visit. Any teenager could have told you it stunk. Now, he was sitting on a cliff overlooking the ocean, trying to figure out what to do.
The sound of a slight rustle, caught Monk’s attention. He perked up. Something or someone was sneaking through the bushes toward him. Monk glanced over his shoulder. Nothing was visible. He waited, every muscle ready to spring. The slightest sound came from the grass behind him. A second later, a lion sprung up and gave a mighty roar.