In the heart of a vast jungle, where birds chirped harmonies at dawn and the leaves whispered secrets with the wind, lived a poor baby monkey named Kiko. He was tiny, with soft brown fur and eyes so wide they mirrored the moonlight. His mother had vanished one stormy night, swept away by thunder and trees crashing in chaos. Since then, little Kiko was left to fend for himself.
Life without a family was hard. Kiko had no one to cuddle him when the night grew cold or to teach him which fruits were ripe and which were rotten. His tiny belly often grumbled like distant thunder. Still, Kiko was curious and brave — two traits that would lead him on an adventure unlike any other.
One morning, as golden rays filtered through the thick jungle canopy, Kiko woke with a flutter in his stomach. Not from hunger — well, a little — but from excitement. The wind carried a scent. A sweet, tangy smell he had never noticed before. It wasn’t the musty scent of mushrooms or the bitter aroma of bark. This was… delicious.
He followed the trail of the smell, hopping from one branch to another. The jungle was thick, and vines often caught his feet, but Kiko pushed on. Birds scolded him for bouncing on their nests, and lizards darted away from his path. But Kiko’s eyes were focused ahead — where the smell grew stronger.
Then he saw it.
A banana tree.
Not just any banana tree — a tree bursting with ripe, yellow bananas glowing under the sun like treasures. Kiko’s eyes sparkled.
