'Life is like a box of chocolates?'

Zine was never the brightest candle on the Christmas tree, nor was he so unnaturally charismatic that the content of his words meant little when weighted against the sheer pleasure of hearing the melodic tones that passed his lips.

A child-like innocence and near virginal outlook on many aspects of the world ensured Zine a fairly lonely childhood even when in the company of others ~ kids being kids, his level (or lack there-of) of cognitive competency offered an easy target to any wishing to take advantage. But! Do not despair, for Zine, while slow of mind, was quite the opposite of hand!

With reflexes akin to a greased feline and the eyes of a hawk, Zine was rarely caught unawares. Stones, food, whatever was offered to our budding hero, regardless of velocity would simply be plucked out of the air and either dropped to the ground or enjoyed accordingly! (Yes, he did end up trying to chew on the occasional rock...)

Friendly, amiable and at even the potential offering of cake, he's loyal to a fault. Whatever brings a smile or 'masculine giggle' to our Zine is always guaranteed to be genuine ~ he simply doesn't know otherwise to deceive.

To any that find the time to entertain our friend of basic needs, monkey may see and monkey may indeed do, but can monkey thread the eye of a needle from several hundred yards with an arrow?