In the heart of a lively jungle, a small baby monkey named Kiku played near the branches with wide, curious eyes. He was innocent and cheerful, hopping from branch to branch, unaware of the dangers lurking around him. Among the trees lived a much larger, aggressive monkey named Roko, known for his cruel and mischievous behavior.
One day, as Kiku explored a new area of the jungle, Roko appeared suddenly. With a sly grin, he grabbed Kiku by the tail and yanked him across the branches. Kiku squealed in fear, his tiny arms flailing as he tried desperately to hold onto anything nearby. The bad monkey dragged him through thick leaves and over rough bark, showing no mercy.
Kiku’s cries echoed through the jungle. Birds scattered, and other monkeys watched in shock, unsure how to help. Each time Kiku tried to climb away, Roko yanked him back, his grip firm and unyielding. The little monkey’s tail burned from the rough pull, and tears streamed down his small face. His heart pounded with fear, and he felt helpless under the bad monkey’s relentless force.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, a group of elder monkeys appeared, screeching angrily. They surrounded Roko, chasing him away from the frightened baby. Kiku collapsed onto a branch, trembling, while the elders comforted him and checked for injuries. Though he was shaken and sore, he was unharmed physically, thanks to the timely intervention.
Kiku’s mother arrived shortly after, hugging him tightly, her heart heavy with worry and relief. The jungle had been cruel that day, but the little monkey learned an important lesson about the dangers of strangers. Though he was small and vulnerable, the love and protection of his family and the community would keep him safe from the bad monkeys of the jungle.
