You wake to someone pulling your tail. You leap up, squealing. There's a monkey in a red vest and cap pulling your tail. You bolt. The next thing you know you're running around a bush. A bush? It's a mulberry bush.
All around the mulberry bush, a monkey chased the weasel. How does that song go?
Pop goes the weasel? Your eyes widen, and you dart away from the bush and the monkey.