The gorilla was pretty good at running. He puffed out his cheeks as he raced along the slippery pathway. I wondered if I could run as fast as that overgrown ape. There was only one way to find out. I whistled to the gorilla and he stopped running and looked at me. I gestured toward an old, fallen brick. The pole was to act as our starting line for the race.

I won the race. Just. The gorilla was infuriated by my victory. He hurtled towards me, brandishing a yellow banana and yelling a war cry.

"Sore loser," I muttered.