Summer of the Monkeys

Summer of the Monkeys

Wilson Rawls

Language: English

Pages: 288

ISBN: 0440415802

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

The last thing a fourteen-year-old boy expects to find along an old Ozark river bottom is a tree full of monkeys. Jay Berry Lee's grandpa had an explanation, of course--as he did for most things. The monkeys had escaped from a traveling circus, and there was a handsome reward in store for anyone who could catch them. Grandpa said there wasn't any animal that couldn't be caught somehow, and Jay Berry started out believing him . . .

But by the end of the "summer of the monkeys," Jay Berry Lee had learned a lot more than he ever bargained for--and not just about monkeys. He learned about faith, and wishes coming true, and knowing what it is you really want. He even learned a little about growing up . . .

This novel, set in rural Oklahoma around the turn of the century, is a heart-warming family story--full of rich detail and delightful characters--about a time and place when miracles were really the simplest of things...

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didn’t see me right away. She looked at Daisy and said, “Daisy, what did you say?” “Look at him, Mama,” Daisy said, pointing her finger at me. “He’s so drunk, he’s cross-eyed, and he’s lost his britches. Can you imagine anything like that?” “No,” Mama said in a slow, cold voice, “I can’t imagine anything like that.” “Go smell him, Mama,” Daisy said. “He smells just like an old whiskey bottle, and you can see for yourself that he’s lost his britches.” With a deep frown on her face and an

Missouri, someone found a fairy ring. Don’t you remember that?” “Yes,” Mama said, “I remember all about it. There’s a story about that fairy ring—quite a story.” “Oh, Mama, tell us,” Daisy said. “Please, Mama.” Mama smiled and glanced at Papa and me. She could see by the looks on our faces that we wanted to hear the story, too. “It happened not long after we moved here from Missouri,” she said. “I’ll never forget it. You children were just little things at the time.” For a few seconds, Mama

It was so sad. “One morning, right after a rainstorm, while she was walking in the hills, she found a fairy ring. She had heard the old legend and so she stepped into the center of the ring, knelt down, and made a wish—a wish that God would send Johnnie George home to her. “Three days later, in the twilight of evening, just as the Garlands had seated themselves at the supper table, they heard someone singing. All excited, Luann got up from the table. With tears in her eyes and a smile on her

just like we did. That’s what he’s doing.” “Aw, Daisy,” I said, “what are you saying? Whoever heard of a dog making a wish? Dogs don’t do things like that.” Mama and Papa had turned around and were watching Rowdy. Both of them were smiling. “Jay Berry,” Mama said, “maybe Rowdy is making a wish. It sure looks like he is.” Papa chuckled. “That old hound is smart,” he said. “I’m not surprised at anything he does. I’ve seen him do things that I couldn’t believe.” “He’s smart all right,” I said.

smiled and said, “I think I’ve got it figured out. You know you can always figure things out if you use your head a little bit.” I didn’t like the way Grandpa looked at me when he said “use your head a little bit” but I didn’t say anything. Walking over to the hardware part of the store, Grandpa picked up six small steel traps and a piece of baling wire. Coming back, he looked at me and said, “I’ve got some old meal sacks in the storeroom. Go back there and get one of them.” I flew to the

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