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... of monkeys, although in various shapes.

A raccoonish thing sporting a beard and long hair with a centre parting was busy hammering tent poles into the ground.

A creature resembling a squirrel with a bushy tail but the face of one of those big-nosed monkeys scampered through branches, tying off vines that held up the roof of some kind of stall.

Some of them wore clotheslittle waistcoats with pockets, or bandoliers with tools and weapons hanging from themand I could see Fl ...

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