Déjà Vu
Chan Juan was about to open the curtains of her bedroom window when something caught her eye. She blinked and rubbed her eyes, thinking she was seeing things. But no, it was still there. A small, furry creature was sitting on a branch of the banyan tree in their backyard, its legs crossed and its hands resting on its knees. It looked like it was meditating, or doing some kind of yoga.
"Whoa! Is that... a monkey doing yoga on our tree?" Chan Juan exclaimed, her voice a mix of disbelief and amusement.
She chuckled, rubbing her eyes to make sure she wasn't still dreaming. The sight of the monkey on the tree was so absurd and hilarious that she couldn't help but laugh. "I mean, I knew we had a vibrant neighborhood, but a yoga-practicing monkey takes it to a whole new level!" she said, shaking her head in disbelief. She wondered if the monkey had escaped from a nearby zoo or circus, or if it was someone's exotic pet.