My Apologizes to Mr Monkey

I fear I've been leaving him out lately. Quick update (Mr Monkey is already in his striped pajamas and has his lantern ready to climb the stairs down into the basement where he sleeps).

Mr Monkey has lately been seen banging his head against the filing cabinets as I attempt my LARC assignments. Even Mr Monkey can not stand the overly methodical and anally retentive ways of LARC. The chickens have had a few rampages but mostly are in a state of numb confusion. It seems they can't figure their way out of their cages as well as they use to. Mr Monkey has done nothing different, but the large influx of paperwork stacking up around their cages might be leaving them in the stupor they are indeed in currently. (Mr Monkey does sometimes mumble while working on the LARC filing. Perhaps the words of LARC he mumbles is poisoning them)

Mr Monkey often walks down the spiral staircase to the basement, with his fire lamp in his hand slowly shaking his head and knowing he needs a helper monkey (honestly don't we all?) but also knowing he can't have one. Maybe he can teach the chickens how to file? This naturally makes him laugh because who would let a crazy chicken file? They don't even have thumbs!

Now we are up to date on Mr Monkey and his seemingly drugged chickens (no Mr Monkey, I know you wouldn't stoop to that to keep them in order).