In the cozy corner of the living room, Baby Monkey Lolo was having one of his super energetic mornings. He had been zooming around the house, leaping off pillows, dragging towels, and chattering non-stop. It was as if he had too much banana energy in his system.
Mom, knowing her little tornado, decided to give him a quick snack break.
“Stay here, Lolo,” she said as she walked into the kitchen. “I’ll be right back.”
But Lolo was way too curious to sit still.
Right beside the sofa was a wooden coffee table with a small round hole on its side — probably for decoration or maybe once for wires. To Lolo, it looked like a secret tunnel.
He stuck his head in.
Then a hand.
Then, with full monkey determination, he pushed his whole upper body inside.
That’s when things went wrong.
“Eh? EH??” Lolo chirped in confusion.
He couldn’t pull himself out.
His legs kicked in the air as he wriggled and squirmed, trying to escape. The table wobbled dangerously, and a cushion fell onto his back.
But still — stuck.
Just then, Mom returned with his favorite fruit slices. She stopped, her eyes wide with disbelief.
“LOLO?!”
There he was, half a monkey sticking out of the table, tail swinging like a flag in distress.
She ran over and gently pulled him back, laughing and scolding at the same time.
“You silly boy! I said wait, not hide!”
Lolo was finally free — a little dusty, very dramatic, and still hungry.
He hugged the snack plate like a hero returning from battle.
