Monkey No.3
Mandy Osmosis and Angus Wellbeing made a seasonal visit to my luxury Gleadless apartment. They had spent the Christmas weekend feasting on lentils and dying from hypothermia in a damp cave somewhere in the Peak District. This is the Christmas ritual for their two-person cult.
While both are keen vegans they berated me for the disposal of the body of Morpheus. Apparently the flesh of a well-loved rodent (who died of natural causes) is quite acceptable to pure-hearted vegans.
They left, heading for the dumpit site on Blackstock Road, where they hoped to find Morpheus's frozen carcass.