In the peaceful jungle, where the trees swayed gently and the birds sang sweet melodies, lived a tiny, mischievous baby monkey named Koy. She was full of energy, always chatting, giggling, and asking questions.
Her favorite person to talk to? Grandfather Monkey! He was old and wise, with a long gray beard and a belly full of stories.
One sunny afternoon, Koy climbed onto Grandfather’s lap, her tiny tail wiggling with excitement. “Grandpa! Grandpa! Tell me a story!” she begged.
Grandfather chuckled. “Alright, little one. Long ago, when I was just a young monkey like you—”
But before he could finish, Koy interrupted, her eyes wide. “Wait, Grandpa! You were young? No way! You’re soooooo old!” she giggled.
Grandfather laughed. “Of course I was young! I was even faster than you!”
Koy gasped dramatically. “Noooo way! You can’t even catch a banana before it hits the ground!”
Grandfather smirked. “Oh really? Watch this!” He grabbed a banana and tossed it in the air—WHOOSH! He caught it with his tail before it hit the ground!
Koy’s mouth dropped open. “Grandpa! You have banana ninja powers!”
Grandfather laughed so hard his belly shook. “See, little one? The old monkeys still got skills!”
Koy giggled and hugged him. “Okay, okay, Grandpa, you win! But one day, I’ll be the fastest monkey in the jungle!”
Grandfather smiled. “I believe you, Koy. But first… let’s eat some bananas.”
And so, under the shade of a big tree, Koy and Grandfather chatted, laughed, and enjoyed their sweet bananas together.
The End. 🐒💛😂
