Grandpa raises monkeys as a profession and often deals with monkey-related matters. One day, the old monk who was begging for alms saw something was wrong with the thinnest monkey in the cage. He advised my grandfather to deal with it as soon as possible. I secretly packed some food for the old monk. The old monk said that if I keep a kind heart, I will have a good death. After that, I always felt that the little monkey had special eyes and was not like ordinary monkeys. One day when my grandparents were out, I saw this little monkey opening the monkey cage with a key that only grandpa had and ran away.
