Chongo could tell it was an act. Dicky was saying Boss but he meant General. The "Boss" talked to Dicky with the deferance an smart officer pays an experienced first sergeant. As they boardes a non descript sedan Chongo's thought's went back to Africa.

"he's going left!"
"No! Right!"
Chongo held a grudging admiration for the little monkey they were hunting. Twenty strong chimps in their prime chasing this little protein boost and they hadn't got near him yet.
The little capuchin headed in to the coconut grove.
as the nearest chimps grew closer he threw a large nut to the ground. It split perfectly on a sharp rock and two of the persuers descended to the ground and hungrily cramed the white meat into their maouths.
Chongo shook his head in grudging admiration.

"What next?" thought Chongo as his quarry put another coconut under it arm and lept to the next tree.
"He's swinging on that vine toward those thick bushes."
"The vine is wrapping around that tree!"
"He's on the ground I heard him in the bushes!!"
As the other chimps hit the ground and started beating around the bushes, Chongo crept quitely to the large mahogany and peered into a groove between to lage branch's. Sure enough there was the monkey silenty laughing at the chimps on the ground.

Quick as a leopard, Chongo grabbed the little beast and held him up by his prehensile tail. He was just about to snap the scrawny neck when the monkey uttered a real head scratcher.

"If I'm going to be eaten at least its by a chimp that can tell the difference between a plantain and a plantation!"

"You're pretty smart yerself" admitted Chongo.

"Tell you what err....."
"Chongo"
"Tell you what Chongo. With my help you can run this jungle. Gettin' a bit protein now and then will be the least of your worries. You spare me now and I'll give you something I got from the mining camp. The miners call it bratwurst"
"OK Monkey you got a deal!"
"You can call me Nymbal Mr. Chimp."
"Nah... call me Chongo."
"Chongo, This looks like the beginning of a successfull symbiosis."
"Bratwust eh? What are they mining."
"The miners call it Yellowcake. Maybe it's good to eat."
Another fateful day in Niger.