The mysterious hand was on a lock the hairy hand it looked like a type of monkey.

The hand was turning and twisting the lock, his friends behind him were scared and made noises they did not want to be trapped they wanted to be free. Freedom is what they wanted they hated this zoo.

What could they do they were frightened the monkeys were really scared they thought if someone would see them they would be bound to stay in here forever...

The monkey tried and tried but the rusty lock would not budge it squeaked and made noises; the more it made noises the more and more nervous the monkeys would get.

The monkeys were getting impatient it was nearly morning that meant that the caretaker would come anytime to check on them. Before you knew it the monkeys were jumping around everywhere and making very silly noises the lock had started to loosen a bit but it was still not open yet.

They would be dead if anyone found out what they were trying to do the caretaker would probably be on his way.