There were two friends: a monkey and a rooster. Wherever the rooster would go, the monkey would follow. The monkey loved the bravery in the rooster. The monkey felt like it was ok to be curious around its fellow, so it followed. Should the rooster explore the territory, the monkey would watch. The rooster was righteous, the monkey, tricky. The rooster was righteous, the monkey had many skills. Then, it would go right after, checking wherever the rooster's beak would point at. The rooster is never the best of the animals, but it was right for keeping the monkey some company. The monkey was not the best of the animals, but he would carry the rooster on its back, since it had many more usable hands and tails than the rooster, and the rooster appreciated it. They were a funny pair to watch, but it worked. The monkey could become an ashtray or an attraction in some circus, the rooster could become dinner. So, they would save each other skin, because they did not represent a real threat to each other. And they were so brave together, until one day, accidentally, the rooster picked the monkey in the eye, while looking for a worm. "Couldn't you realize this was no hole?", asked the monkey. "I'm sorry, dear fellow", said the rooster. "It was so shinny, it was looking at me". And the monkey bit off the rooster's head. And that was not the end of the story, because the rooster, now a ghost, runned away in its body, leaving the head behind. And this is how the first shooting start came up in China, crossing the sky with blood.
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