One day in India there lived a tribe of monkeys and on that same day here was a monkey that was born, a boy. All the monkeys were cheering about and having a grand celebration to commemorate the birth of the new boy, But within minutes of his birth he had his right hand chopped off. A scary old man wielding a hatchet collected the paw off the ground.
Since he was a little boy, Sanjay had an obsession of collecting strange items ranging from ancient relics to rocks; he had very few friends and rarely left his secluded world. He had found the old monkey's paw one day while running about the market. There were legends about this particular monkey's paw but Sanjay was skeptical. After looking at the paw for a bit he saw a couple …show more content…
A princess with plenty of money, who will except that I am of a lower class than her and will love me for me” he thought. Suddenly the monkey’s pinky finger moved.
“Hello” said a female voice. “Oh hello. Excuse me i must say that you are of the most youthful sheer beauty i have ever seen, My name is Sanjay by the way.” “I know, you must come back to my palace” she spoke softly tossing her long black hair.
Sanjay sat in bewilderment “How could she of known my name already?” Sanjay looked down at the monkey's paw and shook his head “This can't be”. Sanjay decided to go along with the girl and to his surprise they fell in love and it went well for a while. The two were soon married, and they had a child. Sanjay missed going out and collecting relics, this wasn’t the real him living in this type of luxury. He wouldn’t mind just roaming around collecting things alone just like in the past, but he couldn’t go back to that at least not right now.
One night at bedtime he said to his wife. “My dear I am of no royalty, I am just a lonely old man” “No you are going to stay with me forever because you said you loved me” said his wife “Well I have changed my mind” Sanjay