A set back…

It seemed to go well enough speaking to my bretheren about my plan for escape. It was a very simple plan, though perhaps overly so. The keeper comes through the door and they immediately distract him so I can make it through the passage and to freedom. Sadly, this was not to be.

I can not help but wonder if someone on this island has informed to the keeper, for as soon as he came through the door it was shut behind him. The playful antics my compatriots engaged in were not enough to draw his focus. Such steely determination and single minded focus on keeping us captive. He is crueler then even I imagined. As the door was shut behind him he deigned to smile at us feigning affection and good will. Oh I see through you, and though you may guard your doorway closely, neither it nor you will keep me from my destiny. You may have won this battle, but the war is far from over and victory will be mine.

The lay of the land

I took the day to survey this island on which I am trapped. Things do not look good. We are surrounded nearly on all sides by a deep moat of water, farther then I could ever hope to jump. I do not fear the water, it is where I wash the food they bring me, but to be in it is far from an appealing notion.

The only other option seems to be a narrow strip of land connecting to a locked door. It opens only when the keeper brings us our food. The path is so thin though I do not know if I could make it past him. He is more crafty then I gave him credit for, devising such an entrance. His entrance is always signaled by my compatriots ringing the large bell near the pathway. My only hope seems to be the keeper not fully closing the door, and becoming confused in the mass pavlovian run to our dinner. A long shot to be sure, so perhaps the water is my only escape.

Unless… if I can fan the flames of freedom burning in the hearts of my compatriots, perhaps then they can assist me in my escape through the door. But what is on the other side. I know not what awaits me, but I no longer have fear.

So it starts…

My name is Isaiah, and this is my story.

I have been trapped on this island for more days now then I would wish to recount. I no longer kept track after the number passed 200. However, I am not alone, or was not. There are several dozen of us trapped upon this land surounded by water, gawked at by those filthy hairless homo sapiens. I would not have minded so much, in fact did not, as long as I had my Margaret…

It was a cruel trick of the fates that took her from me. A chill came down from the skies, working it’s way to her bones, and in a mere blink of the eye she was gone. My tears could not bring her back, and now nothing can. My bretheren and I had planned to bury her with proper respect, but then the man they call zoo keeper came and took her body from us. Now, there is no turning back.

I have heard rumors of a pack of my fellows running free in Loredo, Texas. Words sprung forth from my lips, urging my brothers and sisters of monkey island to join me in my quest for freedom.

“We shall escape this island, and woe unto any man, woman or zookeeper that stands in our way. We shall find our people and live the life for which were destined. No more shall we be stared at by these hairless creatures! Help me fly from this place to freedom!”

It is not only the homo-sapiens that stare with no thoughts in their heads. They are content to stay here and ring their little bell when the keeper brings us food. Not me though, I am not contented with a life where all the winds are rank with the bitter stench of captivity. Perhaps I will do it on my own, but I will achieve the dream of all Japanese Macaque, the dream of liberty… and when I gain this freedom, perhaps then they will come with me. I will not abandon them, for they will see my wisdom and join me in the promised land of Loredo. Milwaukee is not my homeland, and so it shall be my home no more.