Gaspar led Nick along the path, and then on to the sidewalk using his cane. Nick thought that Gaspar was going to get his hurdygurdy, but it seemed Gaspar had something else in mind.
"You seem bright. Now I want you to learn this route. You're going to be my helper monkey now. So much better than a stupid guide dog," Gaspar explained.
"Now that beeping means the light turned to walk so we can cross the street. Lead me boy so I don't trip on a pothole," Gaspar ordered.
They went about three miles with Nick leading Gaspar through the crowds of people and around the dog droppings and street light poles. Finally, Gaspar tugged on the leash stopping Nick.
"Ah, we're here I can smell the sausage."
Nick's jaw dropped when he learned that Gaspar was an organ grinder alright, but not the kind that used a monkey to collect coins. He crouched in confusion scratching his head as Gaspar sat at meat grinder inserting beef kidneys and making kidney sausages.
What was it he had heard about fairies and irony? He shook his head. An organ grinder who really ground up organs wasn't ironic, it was a bad pun or shaggy dog story. How was he supposed to make Gaspar a thousand gold coins, if he was only his guide monkey?