The Monkeys go to the Zoo: A story from Just The Fur Of Us:
Tales From the Thousand and One Monkeying Nights
One day, while the four chimpanzees known as The Monkeys were lounging
around their squatters' home in the community garden on East Eleventh
Street, between Avenues A and B, the militant chimpanzee Chicago Joe
vaulted over the fence and dropped in. Still on the lam from the zoo
in Chicago that had released June and July, and still the despair of
the New York police, Chicago could stay only a minute--but he had an
urgent request of his fellow apes.
"Do you think you could go to the big zoo in the Bronx and get our
poor fellow creatures out?" he pleaded.
"Only our fellow primates?" asked June.
"Of course not," grunted Joe. "All the beasts, except for the
leopards; they're hopeless. All they want to do is eat me."
"Oh, you've been trying to organize them all for years," mocked
Monkey May.
"And I've almost succeeded," yelped Chicago Joe. "Thanks to me,
they're now almost totally organized."
"But I thought we were going to bring suit on behalf of the
flamingos," said August, "so they could get a bigger pool."
"Halfway measures don't work," responded Chicago Joe vehemently.
"It's time for radical action."
"Why don't you liberate them yourself?" asked May suspiciously.
"Because I'm always spotted by the leopards," said Chicago Joe.
"They've turned into stool pigeons because they can't eat me.
And they see through all my disguises. But the rest are just waiting
to be liberated," he whooped, "including the tigers. The bosses
think they can buy most of the animals off by keeping them out in the
open, but all they need now is a few words from you and they'll come
running. And the ones behind bars will stand up to their keepers and
have a sit-down strike."
"Well..." said July.
"Don't you want to redeem yourselves?" asked Chicago Joe. "Or do I
have to remind you"--
