The two had been close since birth. Though they were not siblings, they had grown up side by side in the same troop, sharing food, games, and the occasional scolding from older monkeys when their play got too rowdy. Their friendship was easy and full of laughter, and that day was no different.
Pupu found a cluster of ripe fruits hanging from a thin branch and immediately called Poki over. The younger monkey hesitated, unsure if the branch could hold them both. But Pupu nudged him forward, chirping reassuringly. Together, they reached out and began plucking the sweet fruits, nibbling at them greedily. Poki, always the generous one, handed his first fruit to Pupu before eating his own. Pupu squeaked happily and groomed Poki’s head in thanks—a gesture that always made Poki close his eyes and hum with contentment.
Once their bellies were full, the games began. Pupu darted along the branches, trying to tag Poki, who squealed and leapt away in a burst of energy. They tumbled onto a thick branch, rolling over each other in a playful wrestling match. Their laughter-like chirps echoed through the forest, drawing the attention of a few curious troop members who stopped to watch the pair’s antics.
At one point, Poki lost his balance and nearly slipped off the branch, but Pupu grabbed his arm just in time and pulled him back up. Poki clung to his friend, panting, but Pupu simply hugged him tightly before nudging him back into play. Their bond was obvious to anyone watching; no matter what, they looked out for each other.
As the sun began to set, Pupu and Poki climbed to the very top of the fig tree. From there, they could see the entire forest bathed in the warm glow of dusk. Sitting side by side, they groomed each other quietly, their earlier energy replaced by a soft calm. Grooming was more than just a way to clean each other—it was a way to show trust and affection. Pupu carefully picked small bits of dirt from Poki’s fur, and Poki returned the favor, occasionally pressing his head against Pupu’s shoulder.
In that peaceful moment, the world felt simple and safe. The two monkeys had everything they needed: a strong friendship, a beautiful home, and each other’s company. As night began to fall, they curled up together on a sturdy branch, tails wrapped around their bodies for warmth.
Pupu and Poki’s day was a reminder of the joy that can be found in companionship. Their happy moment wasn’t about the food or the games, but about the bond they shared. It was the kind of friendship that would last a lifetime, carrying them through the challenges and adventures of the forest together.
