A Monkey, a Man, a Forest (continued)

The man, disdainfully: What are you talking about, dolt. You monkeys are inferior to humans in every way: intellectually, emotionally, and in your accomplishments- that's why your development is arrested. You don't have a roof over your heads and, unlike humans, you haven't the refinement to cover your nakedness. You nibble on nuts, whereas we humans dine on the choicest delicacies, of which you haven't the slightest conception. The monkey, chuckling: Our natural clothing is our fur, which protects us year-round. You talk about monkeys lacking sufficient hair, but I wonder how much warmer we'd be with more. As for not having what you consider a proper dwelling, this forest is our home. And not just this, either, but all the forests of the world are home sweet home. We don't forbid you to enter our home, yet you can't even say hello. Why is that, I wonder. That's the way of polite people, surely. The man, screaming: Come down here, come down right now. I dare you to say that to my face. Monkey: So, you're the violent type. I'm the master of this house. You don't just enter another's dwelling without announcing yourself. You should ask for the head of the household and exchange greetings. I've got some tasty chestnuts here. Why don't you climb up and help yourself? The man looked up at the monkey, who was beckoning him to ascend. The monkey was out of reach, and the man became more and more irate as he considered the grinning monkey. Monkey: Why are humans so pitiful? Because they can't spring handstands? Pick up objects with their feet? Look, we monkeys have four feet, which also serve as hands. Long ago humans had bodies like ours, capable of wonderful things. Not any more.