rooms for you .” He led us to a network of caves beside a small pond . The rooms were small and cozy , with cotton bedsheets and pillows , and smooth stone furniture … and chamber pots !
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The next few weeks were the happiest of my life . My life back in Hong Kong did not register to me , not even once . The Monkey King was very humorous , and occasionally , he did crack awful puns . The monkeys on the island were cheerful , if not a bit grumpy on rainy days . My throat slowly adjusted to the food , and if you know how to stand it , it ’ s heavenly . Then sadly , it all ended .
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I yawned and rose from the soft bedding . Birds chirped as I set my feet down onto the floor . Monkeys from all sides nodded good morning as I padded along the grass to the dining cave . Suddenly , a TWACK cut through the peaceful morning . I looked up , frowning . The turbines of a helicopter appeared overhead . Oh no , I thought . They had found us . Fortunately , the paradise was masked , so they couldn ’ t see the monkeys . The helicopter slowly lowered itself onto the ground and a pilot stepped out . The Monkey King watched from his pagoda while Dad , Mom and Alex rushed forward .
“ Ye been missin ’ for months , folks .” And then … I woke up .