So later that day the stupid monkey walked into the disgraceful graveyard and found a large amount of boxes lined up. The monkey remembered kind master Fassad's words as he stared at the boxes.
"My dear sweet monkey," Fassad had said, "Wait for me at the graveyard. Those boxes are far to heavy for a monkey to carry. If you wait I shall arrive and carry them and you can lead the way to our customers houses."
But the monkey, being a stupid and overly ambitious creature, decided to take on the task of carrying all the boxes himself. He dashed back and forth, delivering the boxes to the villagers, who were so impatient they were waiting outside their doors for the deliveries.
The monkey, his back sore (it was his own stupid fault that he was in pain, however)- walked back to the inn to find Fassad just leaving.
"Oh! Monkey! Where have you been? I just went to the graveyard but found all the boxes gone!"
The stupid little monkey nodded his head at one of the houses nearby. Fassad gasped.
"Are you telling me you delivered all the Happy Boxes yourself?"
The pathetic monkey nodded.
"Ah.." Fassad sighed, a sad smile playing on his lips. "You are a foolish monkey, but a very kind one too. Here, have a banana for your hard work."
The monkeys ugly little eyes lit up at the site of the banana. He grabbed it (very impolite of him to do so I must say) and scoffed it down quick as a flash.
Fassad laughed a warm and hearty laugh. "Come my little monkey friend. Let us return to the inn. I do believe you need a good nights sleep after all that box carrying."
The dumb monkey nodded and the two walked side by side back to the inn, which now had even more drunks and prostitutes in it.
Fassad slowly fell asleep-after worrying a bit about whether the dumb monkey would be in pain from carrying the boxes- and the monkey cried himself to sleep, happy in the knowledge that he had such a lovely man looking after him.