"Monkey" was the word printed on the slip of paper.
Tim read it aloud, "Monkey?"
The witch cackled and said, "Ben, you'll be needing this." She handed him a hurdy gurdy.
"How did you know my name?"
"I'm a witch of course. Monkey boy Tim will be needing a tin cup."
"What for?"
"Well, as long as Ben doesn't touch you during your transformation, you'll be needing to earn your keep working at the carnival. After your change is complete you'll be the monkey to Ben's organ grinder. Until then you can be roustabouts, we always need new roustabouts."
"Why should we stay with the carnival?" Ben asked.
"Uh, and why do you always need new roustabouts?" Tim added.
"You stay with the carnival if you want any chance of Tim getting changed back. If you leave the carni, well he'll still change, but he'll change mentally into a monkey,as well. So, even if you got him changed back somehow, he'd have the mind of a monkey."
"You filthy witch!" shouted Ben.
She paused and sniffed her armpits, and frowned, "It has been a rather hot day, I guess I need a shower." She turned and as she walked away, "You two get along the carni boss' wagon, he'll find you jobs. It's the red and gold one behind the ticket booth."
"I'm going to turn into a monkey, Ben?" Tim asked.
"No, of course not! People cannot be changed into animals that's just superstitious nonsense."
"You're sure?"