I's gonna be a monkey trainer when I grows up. I already been practicing trainy things on Momma, but she don't know 'bout it. She's learnin' very good, though. When I barks once, she yells. Then when I barks two times, she stamps her foot and puts her hands on her hips. I's trying to get her to spin around on three barks; I even been spinnin' myself to show her how, but she ain't there yet. But when she catches on, I's gonna have her doin' a cute little jig. Which will look very good when my little monkey does a jig; when I gets a monkey. Momma bees too big to look cute.