Chittering little things, tiny men scampering down a tree bough in proud coats of fur. A hand, many times larger than their, grips the end of the branch. A tug brings them down and they crowd around a strange face. It has more flesh and is too pink, yet it is similar enough to border on the unsettling. Their leader reaches out with his own spindly appendage and touches the massive things nose. A great heaving noise comes from the mouth as its corners curl. It is a foreign noise, deep and abrupt. Shock propels them backward, scuttling up into the safety of the leaves. They can still hear it and now they see it, a massive ape walking upright, walking away. Very similar, very strange. They follow.