Deep in the green heart of the jungle, where the tall bamboo swayed gently in the wind, lived a gentle monkey named Kley. Her home was unlike any other—it wasn’t in a tall tree or on a cliff, but nestled within a thick cluster of bamboo. The stalks formed a cozy shelter, where sunlight peeked through in soft golden rays, and birds often sang their morning songs.
Kley had built her bamboo home with care. She wove leaves, vines, and twigs into soft bedding and placed it high among the strongest stalks. It was a peaceful, quiet place—perfect for raising her baby.
One morning, as the jungle slowly awakened, Kley opened her eyes and stretched her arms. The air was cool and fresh, filled with the scent of damp leaves. Beside her, her tiny baby stirred, blinking sleepily. Kley smiled and scooped the baby into her arms, pressing a soft kiss to its head.
“Good morning, little one,” she whispered.
Today felt special. After a few days of staying close to home, Kley decided it was time to go for a short visit. She wanted to see her cousins who lived nearby in the trees and show her baby the beauty of the jungle beyond the bamboo.
With her baby clinging to her belly, Kley climbed down gracefully from her bamboo house. The leaves rustled gently as she passed, and the sunlight warmed her back. Birds flew overhead, calling cheerfully. As she moved through the forest, Kley pointed out colorful flowers, chattering squirrels, and butterflies dancing through the air.
Soon, they arrived at a tall tree where Kley’s cousins were already awake and grooming each other. They greeted her with happy squeaks and welcomed her baby with soft touches and gentle smiles.
The baby monkey looked around with wide eyes, curious and alert. Kley watched with pride, feeling thankful for this peaceful life, for family, and for the joy of simple mornings like this.
