In the heart of the jungle, where the trees swayed in the warm breeze and the birds sang their morning songs, a little monkey named Koy was having the most hilarious conversation with his mother.
Koy was a chatterbox. From the moment he woke up, his tiny mouth never stopped moving. He had so much to say, even if most of it came out as excited squeaks and giggles.
This morning, as Mama Monkey was peeling a ripe banana, Koy climbed onto her back, poked her ear, and started babbling.
“Eeek! Eek! Oooo-ahhh! Mama, what is banana?” he asked, pointing at the fruit.
Mama Monkey chuckled. “It’s your favorite snack, Koy! You eat it every day.”
Koy gasped dramatically, his little eyes widening. “NO WAY! I thought it was a yellow toy!” He grabbed the banana, sniffed it, then held it up like a trophy. “Banana magic!”
Mama shook her head, laughing. “Koy, you’re so silly!”
Koy took a big bite, chewed loudly, then smacked his lips. “Mmm! Okay, Mama, I have a ‘portant’ question.”
Mama smiled. “What is it, my little chatterbox?”
Koy tilted his head. “Why do birds fly, but I don’t?”
Mama laughed. “Because you’re a monkey! You climb trees instead.”
Koy gasped again, dramatically grabbing his head. “WAIT! You mean I’m not a bird?!”
Mama rolled her eyes playfully. “No, Koy, you’re a monkey, just like me.”
Koy crossed his little arms, pretending to be deep in thought. “Hmmm… okay, I guess that’s okay. But can I fly just a little?”
Mama giggled. “Nope! But you can jump really high!”
Koy wiggled excitedly. “Oh yeah! Watch me, Mama!”
And with that, he leaped into the air, landed on Mama’s head, and burst into the happiest giggles.
Mama sighed, shaking her head with a smile. “Koy, you are one funny little monkey.”
And as the jungle echoed with laughter, Koy continued his endless, adorable chatter—because talking with Mama was his favorite thing in the world.
