Monkeys see, monkeys do. But these monkeys have also graduated from Harvard Business School.
In a village lived a man who made money by selling caps. In summer, the business thrived well, as people would buy caps to shield themselves from the hot sun. As summer ran through most of the year, and the brief winter made its presence only in the early mornings, he ran a fairly brisk business throughout the year.
That day the sun was particularly harsh and its angry rays penetrated the cap he was wearing. Even the bamboo basket on his head in which he had stacked the caps was a poor defence against the sweltering heat. He decided to rest under the canopy of a big banyan tree. He wiped his face with a towel that he always carried on his shoulder. He stretched his legs. "Hardly have I sold a couple of caps today. No wonder the basket was heavy," he muttered.
The leaves on the banyan tree rustled and sent down a cooling breeze that soothed him. Soon he drifted into a peaceful sleep.
An hour later, he stirred and stretched himself. Feeling refreshed, he reached for the basket; but stared and rubbed his eyes in disbelief. The basket was empty. Empty. He looked around. Not a single human soul in sight.
An excited chatter coming from the trees caught his attention. He looked up. More than fifty monkeys were donning the caps and having a frolicky time.
The man got mad.
He picked up a stick and waved it at them. The monkeys bared their teeth menacingly. He pleaded, but they looked away.
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