Flying Monkey's, Attack!

         “Why are the flying monkey’s attacking us of all people?”  A young woman asked her husband, narrowly ducking a thrown snowball that said monkey threw.  Her husband and she were hiding in the corner store, trying to figure out why the flying monkey took such a dislike to them.  Usually they left people alone unless they were delivering a message.  When her husband didn’t answer, she turned her gaze to him.

         “George, did you say something to upset the monkeys, again?  You know how sensitive they can be.  Men, you never learn.”  She huffed and turned away, yelping as a snowball sailed through the broken window and hit her on the bum.  George looked at his wife with apologetic eyes.

         “But honey, they were just sitting there staring at me.  You know how I hate it when I’m being stared at.  So I had to say something.”  He dodged one snowball but got hit in the head by another one.  The sound of the flying monkey’s laughter made him growl under his breath.  “I don’t see why the Good Witch let these things stay.  Couldn’t she have gotten rid of them somehow?”  For his comment, he got beamed in the head again, this time the snowball had a rock hidden in it.

         “Dear, if you keep opening your mouth you’re going to find yourself unconscious on the floor.  You know why the Good Witch keeps them.  They make great messengers, and they can’t help it if the Wicked Witch used them as her minions.  Show some compassion.”  She sat on the floor behind a shelf, relatively safe from those deadly snowballs.  “Why don’t you just apologize, offer them some bananas and we can be on our way.  We’re going to miss the party at this rate.  I hope my dress isn’t ruined.”  She mournfully looked down at her pink evening dress.  Today was the big party celebrating Dorothy’s defeat of the Wicked Witch, and everyone was invited.  Come to think of it, that’s probably why the flying monkeys were a bit touchier then normal.  Usually they let comments like her husbands slide.  She often wondered why she married the man, but looking over at him she had to smile.  He was handsome in a boyish way, and he did love her.  Too bad he didn’t think before he opened his mouth.

         “I’m sorry dear, but I refuse to apologize.  If I do, they know they have won.  I can’t let that happen.”  He peaked over a shelf, yelping as a snowball barely missed him.  “How many of those things do they have?”

         “Well dear, I imagine as many as they can make, and considering it’s the dead of winter that’s quite a few.”  She was really getting sick and tired of hiding behind the shelf, so she reached over and smacked her husband on the arm, hard.  “You better apologize right this instant or you are going to be sleeping on the couch.  For a month.”  George looked over at her in horror.

         “You’re kidding right honey?  You wouldn’t do that to me.”  The determined look in her eyes told him otherwise.  He grumbled to himself about unfair women and stood up slowly.

         “Okay, okay, I’m sorry alright.  You aren’t mangy beasts, you’re as smart as I am, and the Wicked Witch wasn’t the devil incarnate.  So can we leave now?”  The flying monkey’s seemed to consider his apology, and they huddled together, chattering.  They seemed to come to some sort of decision and dropped the snowballs they held.

         “Now that wasn’t so bad, was it?”  His wife smiled up at him, giving him a peck on the cheek.

         “Yeah, yeah, yeah.  Let’s get going already.”  The laughter of the monkeys followed them all the way to the car.