Merry had always loved spending time with A Tong, but every day, the little baby monkey became naughtier. From the moment he woke up in the morning, he was full of energy, running around the house, climbing onto chairs, and grabbing anything within reach. His tiny hands were always busy, whether pulling at Merry’s hair or tossing small objects onto the floor just to watch her pick them up.
One morning, as Merry prepared breakfast, A Tong decided he wanted attention. He jumped onto the table and grabbed a banana, but instead of eating it, he peeled it halfway and threw it on the floor. Then, with a mischievous giggle, he climbed onto Merry’s shoulder, pulling at her earrings.
“A Tong, you little troublemaker!” Merry laughed, gently removing him from her shoulder. But A Tong was not done with his naughty acts. The moment she turned away, he ran to the laundry basket and pulled out freshly washed clothes, scattering them all over the yard.
Merry sighed, shaking her head. “You’re impossible!” she said, but deep down, she couldn’t help but adore the little monkey’s playful spirit.
As the day continued, A Tong found new ways to be naughty. He snuck into the kitchen and tried to dip his tiny hands into the sugar jar. Later, he chased a butterfly around the garden, knocking over flower pots in the process.
By evening, after a long day of mischief, A Tong finally got tired. He curled up in Merry’s arms, his big eyes blinking sleepily. “You’re such a naughty boy,” Merry whispered, stroking his soft fur. A Tong let out a small yawn and snuggled closer, looking as innocent as an angel.
No matter how naughty he was, Merry knew she wouldn’t trade A Tong for anything in the world.
