It was a sunny morning, and Bibis, the cheekiest monkey in the village, was in the mood for fun. His mom had just brought back a big basket full of fresh, colorful fruits—bananas, mangoes, juicy papayas, and bright red apples. Bibis’ eyes sparkled with excitement.
“Oooh, fruit!” he squealed, clapping his tiny hands.
Mom had planned to share the fruit with everyone later, but Bibis had other ideas. Like a little whirlwind, he darted toward the basket and grabbed as much as he could carry.
He bit into a juicy mango first. “Squish!” The sweet yellow juice dripped down his face and onto his clean shirt. Bibis looked down at the sticky mess and giggled, thinking, What’s a little stain?
Next, he picked up a papaya and hugged it tightly like it was his new best friend. “Splaaaat!” The soft fruit burst, splattering orange mush all over his tummy and legs. Still unfazed, Bibis spun around happily, leaving a trail of fruity chaos behind him.
But then came the apples — shiny, round, and slippery. He tossed one in the air, trying to juggle like a circus performer. “Oops!” One apple flew past his head, landing near his feet. Another rolled under the table.
Suddenly, Bibis looked at himself: mango pulp on his fur, papaya mush on his pants, sticky banana peels everywhere. His smile faded as he realized just how messy things had gotten.
“Oh no! Mommy’s gonna be mad!” Bibis gasped.
Panicking, he tried wiping the stains off with his little hands, only making it worse. His heart raced as he imagined mom’s reaction. With a loud squeal, Bibis scampered off to hide behind a big banana tree.
Mom walked in moments later, seeing the mess but laughing softly. “Bibis, where are you? I know you’re in trouble, little fruit bandit!”
From behind the tree, Bibis peeked out sheepishly, sticky but still cheeky. Despite the mess, he had to admit—it had been totally worth it.
