Betrayal of the monke

My feet in the snow, a bud in my hand, I stand at the bus station and see a monkey approaching me. I look at my bud and then at the monkey in disbelief. I say 'hey monkey bro... it's cold, how did you get here?', he stared at me and reached out his hand. I stand there confused and he continues to reach out his hand looking at my bud. I said 'oooh... you want this?' I hand him over my joint. He takes a few puffs and leaves, throwing the rest of it on the snowey ground. 'Man... that was my last one...' I say as I watch him walk away. I will never forgive you monkey bro...