Monkey bargain

Yak boy tells me the locals have trouble with the baboons hereabouts: they are intelligent and philosophical; which fucks with the locals' parochial world-view (monkeys don't have souls) and they don't want to debate with anthropomorhics with big stinky arses.

I talked to a rheumy-eyed and grey-haired baboon (calling himself Gordon of the Matter Tree) who lives behind the big thumb rock lowering over the village (which Gordon sits on and shits from) and he said two things of note:

1. I am older than you, yet only five man years, and grey now
2. She's still in there, and alive, I can see it in your eyes

Bastard.