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“A monkey, I said!” Basil Fawlty shouted, quivering with frustration. “It’s escaped from a circus! It’s the only creature on earth with a face that’s sillier than yours!”
“Que?”
Manuel tilted his head, and Basil threw up his hands.
“Oh, never mind!” he roared, and stormed out.
Manuel waited till his employer was well out of earshot, and then made a soft, coaxing sound.
A little capuchin peeked out from behind a pile of folded towels. Manuel offered her some peanuts, stroking her reassuringly.
He’d keep her safely hidden till he found her a better home than that horrid circus.