There was a man inside a monkey.
He saw the world through a monkey’s eyes.
He smelled all the smells that a monkey smelled.
He felt the fur, bristling in the cold afternoon breeze.
He tasted flies and other bugs.
He conspired to be head of the monkey community.
He was a monkey.
A monkey. Not inside a monkey. Just a monkey, really.
But, that doesn’t make such a good story, does it?