Powder Monkey’s Cat’s log, July 4th 2014
Tonight was the night that all monkey’s fear, the night that the sky explodes over and over again. They all cook and eat like its their last day alive then they all turn their gaze upward in awe and terror as bits and pieces of the sky explode in bight and terrifying color and sound.
I always do the same thing this time of year, I barricade myself in the lowest level of my palace and wait it out. Without fail, every time I come upstairs the next morning the monkeys have already cleaned up and rebuilt after the destruction.
This year won’t be any different, I just hope the home we built for tank will survive this annual Armageddon. Good luck to everyone out there and stay safe.