Darwin said that we are transformed from that hairy monkey. However, I am definitely not the one with lots of hair. Why? Can you believe that I, who went into shock at the sight of monkeys, are the descendants of that hairy man?
I heard from my mother that when I was playing in the mountains when I was a child, I was kicked by a monkey and this became what happened. Who is the enemy of the monkey? I should be its descendant, right?
Since my dad bought something that can make noise last month (I heard it was a TV). He kept pulling me into the car. After seven or eight hours, I was pushed out of the car and came to this place with many people (I heard it was called a city).
"Daughter, Dad is doing this for your own good! I always saw on the radio (TV) that all the monkeys in the city are in the zoo and don't run around the streets. So, I don't want you to faint once or twice every day and scare us to death." Dad wiped away his tears, "I helped you find a place to live, and this school also helped you transfer. You can beat my eldest brother with money, and I will..."
Before I understood what was going on, I found myself standing alone in the square, receiving side glances from the descendants of Mao Duoduo.
Alas~~My fate is really rough.