The monkey trusts the branch. He has not had it inspected. He did not read its reviews. He puts his weight on it and it holds, the way branches usually do.
He trusts the troop. He sleeps in their pile. He does not lie awake auditioning their loyalty.
We earned every kind of caution honestly, and then we kept them after the danger had passed. The lemur did not. The lemur is asleep on a branch he has met today, surrounded by lemurs whose middle names he doesn't know, and he is fine.
The branch holds. It usually does.