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I am looking for that she Monkey with a Blue Feather. This one monkey has an emerald gem encrusted between her brows. They say she lives by the stream where time begins. My friends who know of her, but never have sat with her, or even danced with her; say that she likes French toast, red wine, and humans who speak in Ancient tongues like the purple dialect of the Mayans. Now the reason that I am looking for her is that she has taken 3 of my cats near dawn. She grabbed them and jumped into a nearby pond where the Koi live and she has never come up from the shimmering waters. I have jumped into the pond myself and touched bottom. Only pebbles, algae, and red clay lie at the bottom, although, the other day, I found an amulet. It was a humming bird made out gold with some inscription probably in Sanskrit across its chest. My friend Sherri can not decipher it yet. Sometimes, I sit in a Cafe reading Sufi poetry and get a video message from the She monkey on my cell. I k