( WP ) Marty Goes To The Zoo

Marty stared in wonder and joy, as the monkeys flew back and forth. His eye's followed them, curiosity peaking. Such strange animals, they seemed, yet so close to human. Marty stood by the fence for ten minutes before he noticed a monkey watching him. He turned his full attention to it. 
 
 Unlike other monkeys, who were hooting and hollering, swinging from fake branch to branch, this one just watched. It's eyes never left the boys. Marty stared wide eyed with wonder, as the monkey slid off it's perch, and slowly walked toward the fence. Other monkeys swung around, oblivious to Marty and the staring monkey. 
 
 As the monkey reached the fence, Marty took a hesitant step forward. The monkey gripped the fence, and hooted softly at the boy. One thin furry arm slipped through the fence, and furry paw opened palm up toward the boy. The monkey searched the other boys eyes, almost pleading. 
 
 Seemingly of it's own accord, the boy's arm raised, and his fingers lightly grazed the monkeys. Quick as lightning the boy's wrist was seized. The monkey held on gently, yet firmly. He grasped in surprise, not at being grabbed, but the visions that assaulted him. 
 
 Marty saw trees, real ones, with raindrops still on a few leaves. He saw monkeys, wild and excited, bounding from tree to tree. The boy could sense the anxiety in the crowd of animals, he could almost taste the fear. Thunder shook the jungle, and monkeys everywhere went bananas. One monkey dropped out of a tree, and landed with a soft thud on the soft floor of the jungle. One young monkey started forward, and a larger one, it's mother, most likely, snatched him up and climbed speedily up a tree. 
 
 The scenery changed, and suddenly he was falling toward the ground. The ground came, and the vision shifted again. Another monkey lay staring at him, almost within reach. 
 
 In the zoo, the boy had a glazed look over his eyes, the monkey gripping his wrist had it's eyes closed, with pupils moving as if in deep sleep. The boy saw one thing before he snapped out of the vision. One dirty black boot heel, crunching leaves right in front of his face, and than darkness. 
 
 Marty came back suddenly, and pulled back quickly from the monkey. Emotions tore at Marty, as he stared at the monkey. It's eyes were half open, hand still outside of the fence. Marty reached out and grabbed the monkeys paw gently. He stroked the course fur that ran over the monkeys paw. In its eyes, he saw sadness and intelligence like he'd never seen before. 
 
 The monkeys eyes opened, and for a brief moment, it looked happy. He let go of the monkey, and the monkey slowly crawled onto his fake branch, to continue it's watch.
