THE ROAD TO NO WHERE

Running you are happy to note that the bus is still in veiw. Suddenly you trip and fall into a pile of manure.Turning unto your back you wipe it off and begin to cry like a sissy girl at your situation. How could anything get worse?
No longer than the thought settled into your mind you hear a rustling in the bushes to your left. Watching in horror you wait for what ever has come for you.
A little monkey comes into veiw.

What do you do?