Bon and Moon, were enjoying a playful morning together. They were best friends, always chasing each other, sharing snacks, and swinging from the trees like a true jungle duo.
That day, Moon had found a perfect piece of ripe mango. It was golden, juicy, and still a little warm from the sun. She held it proudly, planning to eat it slowly while sitting on her favorite branch.
Bon, however, had other ideas.
As Moon climbed up the tree with her prize, Bon followed — but not too closely. He was eyeing the mango with growing interest. His belly rumbled. His eyes gleamed. And in true mischievous monkey fashion, a plan was already forming in his clever little head.
Just as Moon settled down and raised the mango to take her first bite, Bon leapt in front of her, arms wide like a goalie guarding a goal.
“Hey! Move, Bon!” Moon said, half-laughing, half-confused.
Bon didn’t budge. Instead, he did a silly little dance — hopping side to side, swinging his arms, blocking Moon’s view and her mango path entirely. Every time she moved left, he stepped right. When she tried to go around, he spun in circles and made goofy faces.
Moon burst out laughing. “Bon! Stop it! I’m hungry!”
But Bon wasn’t done yet.
With one final twist, he snatched the mango right out of Moon’s hands and leaped to the next branch, grinning from ear to ear. Juice dripped down his chin as he took a big, satisfying bite.
“BON!” Moon shrieked, half-laughing, half-annoyed. “That was mine!”
Bon stuck out his tongue, waved the fruit in the air like a trophy, then turned and offered her a tiny bite — just enough to tease her more.
Moon crossed her arms and huffed… but couldn’t help giggling.
After all, that was Bon — sneaky, silly, and impossible to stay mad at.
And as they chased each other through the trees, the jungle echoed with their laughter — two best friends in a game only they understood.
