The monkey was learning faster than we could have anticipated. I don't think we ever knew the extent of his knowlege at the time. It was week seven when the situation esculated beyond our control.
All five monkeys roared with rage. They would find the one who had stolen their cheese... When news of the theft of cheese reached Bill, he celebrated. Finally, the oligarchy on cheese was crumbling.
The great deed of the age was done. More succinctly, Frank had completed his task appointed by the elders long ago. The way in which it was done would never be revealed, under elder law.
The monkey rose up, bold and triumphant. A new age had dawned. Historians aren't exactly sure what caused this monkey to rise up against the elders. All that we know now is, soon afterward the republic of elders fell, and the infamous Valzeikian Monkey Council Republic Monarchy was set into motion.
Frank collapsed into his large, overstuffed chair. Disappointment filled his veins. All five hundred monkeys had betrayed him and the republic. What a waste of effort!
"In all of my years as an elder, I have never seen this amount of disrespect. You have broken the code of the elders, Phillip. That's not...acceptable, good, honorable and pleasing. You are banished!"
Peter sat upon the cushioned seat and began to study the object. It was spherical in shape. It emitted a strange glow that seemed to fill the entire room. For now, Peter set the sphere on a small shelf. He would study the object more later...
Frank began to fly. Higher and higher, the wind whistling like a soft whisper. Birds of the air flew around, forming a rather odd-looking formation. He suddenly knew what Rochenburg Peter said when he wrote: "The world of a bird is a man's desire."
The sphere of ron then fell into the hands of xavier. He was captured by a monkey squadron and the sphere of ron fell into a obscure hidden crevice and was forgotten.
The eight elders had their business squared away for the day. A typical elder session lasts close to ten hours, and is an exhausting experience. Especially for the new elders.
While his peers dawdled and wasted the day, Bill worked on the cheese machine. Bill was careful, as his device threatened to crumble the elders' oligarchy on cheese, thus producing many respectable enemies.
"None the less, Frank, your predisposition towards... dangerous experiments dealing with monkeys troubles the other elders. They are angry, and you must run. Now!"
Frank scribbled furiously, his genius intellect reeling with the realms of the infinite. He desired to create the perfect sine wave, one that would last forever. The task drove him to insanity, as he spent the remainder of his days graphing.
There were only two cheese masters left in the land of xavier. They were bitter rivals. Only once more, on the day of cheese, would they come together to fight a common foe: a horde of rogerian beasts.
Always cautious, Frank tested and retested the trap. It worked. Carefully, Frank wrapped the coarse rope around the steel bar, through the maze of pulleys and hooks, and finally onto the piece of cheese. He would catch the beast tonight...
Bill began to laugh heartily. The laughter echoed throughout the valley, and all who heard it were glad. Bill, the rightful king of the land of xavier, had returned.
It happened every year, but this year seemed extreme. The town was literally covered in cheese beasts. They were in the homes, the fields, on rooftops, and even in Mrs. Waddleson's hair!
Peter began his studies at Cheese Tech that year, immersing himself in the writings of Charles Xavier, Jones Peterburg, and Frank Rogerson. He would later transfer to the Academy of Elders.
Frank put the final touches on his machine. The function of this machine was to create cheese out of dirt, in ratios of 1 to 33 respectively. Frank knew his device would change the land of xavier...
All five of the new elders (there are eleven in the general assembly) grew in knowledge and wisdom. There would finally be stability in the land of xavier after years of turmoil.
Repeat the drums of war. Brum brumpa brum brump. This is the chant that the elders sing as they head off to wage war against the galient monkey republic and their allies!
Billy is coming, that much is sure. No one knows when, only that he is coming. They say the cheese fields once belonged to Billy, and that he is coming to retake them from Xavier the Oppressor of Cheese.
"This class will be rigorous, to be sure. We will first be examining the theory of cheese as it applies to various applications of cheese physics: everything from the flow of cheese particles in a non-zero cheese plane vetrexton to the cheese magnetic spectrum."
There exists a word: the word of bill. When this single word is uttered, the beasts below roar in anguish. This word can not be spoken by men, but only by the tongue of a rogerian beast.