Daily Flash Fiction Challenge

Walking along a dirt path through the forest isn't a game. I make it one. All sorts of things are here, boots, balloons, animals, and even once a ring. Today the forest was hushed, holding back a sercret. I examined a broken plate when something hit me on my head. A branch. When I looked up to find its owner, a flash of orange fur riffled behind a tree. "Monkeys aren't native to america..." I muttered. I pulled out my gun and loaded it. A few seconds later I caught the monkey. I carried it home.
To this day that monkey plays my game with me. That sleepy dart gave me a best friend.

Word count: about 120.
Words used: yes.
Forum: Write a story containing the words monkey, balloon, and ring.