Jinny. The Taming of a Bad Monkey 
well as he could from the outside, to avoid stirring 
up Jinny, but she kept drifting around to the edge 
of the cage where he happened to be, uttering a 
low, menacing sound, scratching her ribs with 
her little finger, jumping up and down, and oc- 
casionally dashing at the bars. She bullied all 
the other monkeys in the cage, too, but the man 
noticed that she had not really harmed any of 
them, even when she had good opportunity. 
One morning before the public was in he was 
witness of an unusual affair: there was one very 
little Monkey that was terribly afraid of Jinny, 
and he usually kept one eye on her. But now he 
was at the front corner of the bars, wholly absorbed 
in an attempt to steal a banana from the next cage. 
He was so busy that for a moment or two he did 
not look around. Meanwhile Jinny had sneaked 
up softly, and now stood over him with her hands 
raised about six inches above his back. The little 
chap worked away unconsciously, barely reaching 
the banana with one finger, which he would bore 
into the fruit, then bring back to suck with gusto. 
At length, turning to look behind, he found he 
was trapped by his enemy. 
In a moment he was a picture of abject terror. 
He crouched screaming in the corner of the cage, 
and Jinny, to the joy and surprise of the head- 
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