This is a tale of the farms and the forest and everything wonderful and Himalayan in between, including a barrel of frolicsome monkeys. The chief of staff is our long-tailed, chatterbox Langur of Kumaon, one of its most jovial children. Liberty is something he is allowed to take, for life in Kumaon without him and his friends would be a tad boring and dull. Often in rapturous company of their cousins from farther lands who come bearing gifts like the robust and sweet, arabica coffee cherries. They make for excellent trade with the Kumaon sugarcane.