Again, the monkey stole my mojo.

Again, the monkey prevented my summit.

This monkey is not my friend. This monkey does not want me to get to the summit of Green Mountain. This monkey sucks.

I will beat the monkey. I will stand on the summit of Green Mountain. I will wear the pelt of the monkey like a hat.

(That got a little dark, didn't it? You think about weird stuff when you hike for hours and don't get anywhere. At least the trails were nice.)