Prologue.
I am a very alone animal of africa. I write this from the deep vines of the trees in the forest, that has also forsaken me in the end. I am a monkey, although, this book I'm writting about, is with my encounters with a group of lions. They call themselves the "outlanders". It is quite a deliquent group that I had run into. Why is this so important too me? They killed my parents. Sad thing is, my parents were the ones who introduced me to the lions.
Then, there were the pridelanders. They were so protective against everyone in the land, that they wouldn't even thinking of letting a family of monkeys, such as ours in. In fact, too this day, I've still never talked too the pridelanders. The rumor is that they have a new king, which recently just had overthrown the king "Scar", and has taken over now.
Enough with the pridelands, and outlands. I want you too know a little about me now.
I am a monkey named Jelly Proposterous. I know what your thinking, what a ridiculous name. Well, my parents actually named me that. They wanted me too be different from all the other monkeys in our family, so they decided to name me that. I hate is absolutely when people nickname Jam, or Prop, but I don't usually say anything about it, unless they really tick me off.
I am the shortest monkey in my family. I was born prematurely, so when I was born, I couldn't breathe. The other monkeys has to smack me around a hundred times in the back, in order to get the air flowing into my lungs. I almost died there on the spot. Yes, your fellow narrorator, almost wouldn't of written this.
My eyes are slowly going out. You see, I was born with some rare eye illness. I never figured out what exactly it was, but I know that it will slowly make me blind. I can only hope it doesn't go out now, while in a fight with the outlanders, I will die if my eyes go out, my brothers. They would cut my internals out withen seconds if my eyes went out.
The outlanders don't show mercy. Their cold-blooded killers, and I just wanted to tell you my story, before it was too late for me too. You see, my friends, I am the worst monkey too do the job, but for some reason, my parents chose me too do this.
I was sent out, too assasinate everyone in the outlands. That's right. How does a monkey do this though, going blind, and being extra short? Well, I've got help. We've built an army. You see, my brothers, we don't like bananas because they taste good too us. Oh no, we don't. We like them, because they are explosive, when added to a few other secret ingrediants, we've found in the jungle.
So, I'll leave you off there, my brothers. For the rebellion has only begun. Wish me all the luck you can.
