Little Cahmroeun was so excited.
He had just been given his favorite snack—a soft, sweet banana sliced perfectly into baby-sized bites. Sitting on his tiny blanket under the tree, he picked up the first piece with joy sparkling in his eyes.
But someone else was watching… silently… from the bushes.
A chicken.
This wasn’t just any chicken—it was the bold one, the one that always snuck into everyone’s snacks like she owned the place.
Cahmroeun had no idea she was creeping closer, step by sneaky step.
Just as he raised the second banana piece to his mouth—WHOOSH!
The chicken darted forward, flapped her wings wildly, and snatched the fruit right from his tiny hands!
Cahmroeun froze in shock.
His mouth was still open, expecting banana.
His hands were empty.
His eyes blinked.
And then… the tears came.
“WAAAHHH!!” he cried, his whole body trembling with sadness. His little face scrunched up, and he looked around as if asking, “Why did this happen to me?”
The chicken strutted off like a thief in the night, gobbling down the stolen snack with zero regret.
Caretakers rushed over, scooping Cahmroeun into their arms.
“Oh no, baby! That naughty chicken again?”
He clung to them, still whimpering, his snack dreams crushed by feathers and beak.
Don’t worry—he got a fresh banana, a bigger one this time, with a special guard posted nearby (just in case).
And as he munched away safely, he kept an eye out for that chicken… ready to defend his snack next time!
Because little Cahmroeun learned an important lesson:
In the jungle of baby snacks, even chickens can be sneaky villains.
