The psychic said that self-affirmations were the key to resolving identity issues. So, Sabine took her pet monkey to the grammar school down the street so he could learn to write, and therefore use the awesome power of affirmations to fully fulfill his monkeyness.

You see, this little monkey thought he was a fly. He would rub his hind legs together and leap onto walls. Of course, monkey paws are not physiologically structured to stick to walls, so after hitting the wall on all fours, he would slam to the floor, bewildered and a little bruised. This would happen at least twenty times a day, driving his faithful mistress to seek help. Sabine wanted to keep her monkey, but was afraid that this psychological disorder would prevent a long-term relationship. The monkey was hurting himself, ruining the wallpaper in the small apartment, destroying furniture and falling into a deep depression. The neighbors were complaining about the noise.

Sabine consulted with an animal psychiatrist, the local zookeeper and the bug specialist at the Museum of Natural History, all to no avail. So, off she went to the pet psychic.

The psychic suggested the affirmations. If the monkey could write in his journal "I AM a MONKEY" over and over, the undeniable fact would sink into his subconscious and he would begin to act as God meant for him to act.

The school agreed to teach the monkey to write along with a newly-formed first-grade class. The children adored him, and the monkey got an A for penmanship. He wrote his affirmations nightly in a little notebook. Slowly but surely, his flying adventures tapered off, and one day, he ate a banana and swung from the chandelier with one long, hairy arm. Sabine was so happy...her monkey was cured!!!