Building Permit

Even monkeys need building permits. I was under the vague impression that I would be exempt from any beaurocracy, given my history at Town Hall. And by my history at Town Hall, I refer to the biting incident, but we shall not speak of it now.

On a sunny day, I strode purposefully up the stairs to get my building permit. I had carefully filled out the paper work.

And success! I am the proud owner of a building permit. I am now, a builder. Or so I assume.

Editor’s note: We are fairly certain Monkey purloined this vehicle and its contents.

I have a truck and an employee. We are ready to start!

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