"Aw," Papa said, turning to pour seed corn into the hopper of the planter, "you probably got scared and just thought you heard something. Besides, if there were monkeys all over the country, I couldn't do anything about it. I have to get this corn planted. We can do without monkeys, but we can't do without bread corn." (p. 14).

For all the sleep I got that night, I may as well have stayed up with the hoot owls. Every time I closed my eyes, I'd start seeing monkeys. They would come by in a long line, one behind the other, leaping and squealing. Each monkey had a price tag hanging from his neck, telling how much he was worth. (p. 42).

Grandpa laughed and said, "Oh, I don't think the good Lord would do anything like that—not to a boy anyway. He can understand things better than...