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Monkey Business
by Zack
Copyright© 
2001.   All rights reserved.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h2 id="coincidental"&gt;Notice: This is a work of fiction.  Names, places, characters,
and incidents are the product of the author&amp;rsquo;s imagination or are used fictitiously. 
Any resemblance to actual events, organizations, or persons, is entirely
coincidental.&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Janet looked out of the windshield as the Cessna 172 approached the
airstrip carved out of the jungle that covered most of the tropical island. 
She could see the buildings that housed the world-famous Simian Institute
and felt a combination of exhilaration and fear.  Exhilaration that
she, a lowly junior pre-veterinary student, had been selected as a student
intern, and fear that she wouldn&amp;rsquo;t be up to the task.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>