Our dad. Yorkie, once came home with a parrot’s cage with a monkey inside. He had won it but I don’t know where!
My older sister, Joyce, use to take it out on an old dog lead. Once, it went into the Thorne’s back garden, grabbed a duck they were fattening up for Christmas, and killed it.
Another time it got loose and someone called the police. The monkey ended up chasing the policeman down the back way, between the two rows of houses.