I fear I have gotten a bad rap, and I would like to tell you about myself if you have the time. I am a monkey—this is true, and it is also true that I fly—what is not true is that I am wicked or mean, or like to scare little dogs—or little people wearing denim. I am not that fond of witches, they tend to be quite self-absorbed, but I hear there is a lovely witch who lives just over that mountain. I love fruit, any kind of fruit can turn me into a puddle of cuddly mush. So, you see, if you listen to gossip, you will get only the bad stuff and none of the good stuff. Let’s hang out and go get some fresh fruit to eat, and you can tell me about yourself.