The vehicle had two official positions.
Driver.
And navigator.
The gorilla handled the driving.
The bear handled the shouting.
Both seemed equally important.
Behind them traveled ten monkeys.
This number had been verified several times.
Mostly because they refused to remain in one location long enough to be counted accurately.
Some waved flags.
Some played drums.
One performed with a paper trumpet.
Two were hanging from places that did not appear designed for hanging.
Everyone agreed the trip was going extremely well.
This conclusion was based entirely on enthusiasm.
Not engineering.
The vehicle bounced over hills.
Rattled across bridges.
And produced several sounds normally associated with historical disasters.
The gorilla noticed a strange noise.
The bear said it was probably music.
The monkeys strongly supported this explanation.
An hour later, a wheel rolled past them.
Nobody panicked.
Mostly because nobody recognized it as their wheel.
The journey continued.
Briefly.
Several educational minutes later, the entire family arrived at the hospital.
Not because anyone was injured.
The vehicle had simply chosen the destination itself.
It turned out the monkeys had been celebrating all morning.
The hospital staff had been celebrating too.
The gorilla stared through the window.
The bear checked the map.
One monkey finally asked the important question.
“Did anyone inspect the vehicle before we left?”
A long silence followed.
Then another monkey raised his hand.
“I checked the horn.”
The horn worked perfectly.
Everything else remained under investigation.
Livora Gracely 
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