A Monkey, a Man, a Forest Translation- Final Chapter

The monkey: You humans were once as agile as us monkeys, but no longer. Why, I'd say you're regressing. Humans have become lazy, and clumsiness is the result. On the other hand, your neglect and carelessness grow by the day. You humans boast of your advanced technology, but in truth, all your fancy contraptions bring about human misery. The man, yelling: Cocky beast. Get down here, now. Monkey: Look around you. Do you see any other creatures in such decline as humans? I don't. Look at us, with whom you share an ancestor. We monkeys move about freely, whether on the ground or up in the air, swinging from tree to tree. You used to be like us, the forest for a home, but now you live on the ground with the snakes and frogs. I don't know what to call this, maybe not corruption, but think about it: humans on the ground, monkeys in the treetops, who's closer to heaven, who's nearer hell? Man: Hateful creature. Make no mistake: we humans could cut down all your precious trees. Where would you be then? You'd have to bend the knee and beg your masters for mercy, that's where. Monkey: Well, well, the truth will out, in the end. At last we see just how deranged humans can be. Forever cutting down forests, levelling mountains, filling in rivers, and paving the plains. But your roads lead not to heaven but to the gates of hell. You people have already disowned your ancestors and violated the natural order. I doubt there are more accursed creatures than you in the world. The monkey finished speaking, and the man looked positively miserable. He sensed the truth of what had been said, but he couldn't acknowledge it. Gritting his teeth, the man prepared to leave the forest. Observing this, the monkey said: Dear visitor, where are you going? Man, voice shaking: Wait a bit. I'm sorry for what I said earlier, he added reluctantly. Look, just wait here for a bit while I go home to get my gun. Suddenly out of nowhere, a volley of chestnuts rained down on the man's head. Man: Damn this monkey. What's there to do? In a flash the monkey was gone. The boughs creaked, the leaves rustled, but the old monkey was nowhere to be seen, leaping from branch to branch, farther and farther away, into the mountains where the sun rarely shines.