The other day, there was a little monkey who lost his child.Seven-year-old Louise came up to me, her big eyes open and round.
"Is it yours?" I asked.
"No. Are you going to take it?" she replied.
"No."
"Why not?"
"If the child comes back and doesn't find his monkey, he'll be really sad."
"Oh," she said thoughtfully and then followed me around the park.
