Minea was a curious little baby monkey, always full of energy and mischief. In the quiet corner of the homestead, where the chickens had their nest, Minea found endless fascination. But one chicken—Mommy Chicken—was not happy about her visits.
That morning, Minea had just finished her breakfast and spotted the cozy hay nest under the bamboo shade. Her eyes lit up. “Just a peek,” she thought, tiptoeing closer with her tiny feet pressing softly against the dirt. But Mommy Chicken noticed her instantly and let out a loud, warning cluck. 🐔💢
Minea froze, then giggled, taking another tiny step. Mommy Chicken flared her feathers, her eyes wide and fierce. Minea didn’t care. She reached out to touch one of the shiny brown eggs—but before she could, the angry chicken lunged!
With a surprised squeal, Minea leapt backward and scrambled up a low branch, squeaking and laughing as if it were all a fun game. But the chicken didn’t think so. She paced around her nest, feathers puffed, grumbling to herself while Minea peered down, swinging from the tree.
Despite all the scolding from the older monkeys, Minea returned to the nest again later that day. She couldn’t help it—the soft hay, the warmth, the mystery of the eggs—it all pulled her like a magnet. Mommy Chicken flapped her wings again in warning, but Minea just blinked, smiled, and sat down a few feet away, watching peacefully this time.
Maybe she was learning, slowly. Or maybe… she was just waiting for her next chance
