It was a bright afternoon, and Baby Monkey FiFa was feeling like the luckiest monkey in the world. In her tiny hands, she held a big, juicy mango — her favorite fruit ever! 🍋
She had been chasing that mango all morning. Mom had plucked it from a tree and finally handed it to FiFa with a smile. FiFa squealed in joy, hugging the fruit tightly, her little tail swishing behind her.
She sat down proudly in the grass, ready for her royal feast.
But as she tried to take her first big bite, her little fingers slipped…
PLOP!
The mango fell. It didn’t just fall — it rolled downhill, bouncing through the dirt, and finally splashed into a puddle of mud.
For a moment, FiFa was frozen. Her eyes widened. Her jaw dropped.
Then—the scream.
“EEEEEEEHHH!” she shrieked so loud that even the birds in the trees fluttered away. Her tiny arms waved in despair, and she threw herself backward into the grass in full-on drama mode.
Tears streamed down her cheeks. Her perfect mango was now covered in mud and squished beyond saving.
Mom rushed over, alarmed. “What happened, FiFa?!”
FiFa pointed, still sobbing uncontrollably, as if the world had ended.
Mom understood immediately. She gently picked up the crying baby, wiped her face, and whispered, “It’s okay, sweetheart.”
From a bag nearby, Mom pulled out — another mango. Fresh, clean, and even bigger.
FiFa gasped. Her tears stopped instantly. She grabbed it like treasure, clutched it tight, and smiled through the last of her sniffles.
