Monkey STORY

How the Monkey Saved His Troop: A Clever Tale of Brains over Brawn

Once upon a time, in a lush jungle near the meandering banks of a flowing river, there stood a magnificent tree. This majestic tree was known far and wide for bearing the juiciest and sweetest mangoes in all the land. Its branches, laden with golden fruits, stretched out like welcoming arms to any hungry creature that chanced upon it. In this jungle, a mischievous troop of monkeys made their home. They swung from tree to tree, playing pranks on each other and frolicking in the warm sunlight. But their true delight lay in the ripe mangoes that adorned the branches of the magnificent tree. The monkeys would eagerly gather, chattering and grinning, as they indulged in the luscious bounty that nature had provided. One fine day, as the sun shimmered upon the river’s sparkling surface, news of the mango tree’s succulent treasures reached the ears of a great king. With

The Playful Monkey and the Net | Aesop’s Fables

The Playful Monkey and the Net | Aesop’s Fables Once upon a time, there was a playful monkey who lived in a forest. One day, while he was sitting on a tree, he saw some fishermen walking towards the river. Curious, the monkey decided to follow them. When they arrived at the river, the fishermen cast their nets into the water to catch fish. The monkey watched intently, fascinated by the process. After a while, the fishermen went away to have lunch, leaving their nets on the bank. The monkey, who had a habit of copying others, decided to try his hand at throwing a net into the river. He took one of the nets and threw it into the water, but unfortunately, he became entangled in the net himself. Soon after, the fishermen returned and saw the monkey caught in the net. They found the situation amusing and began

The Monkey Advisor | Arabian Nights

The Monkey Advisor | Arabian Nights Many years ago, there lived a poet. He was always searching for quiet, cozy corners to compose his poems. Once, he ventured into a forest. “Hmm, this would be the right place to get inspiration,” he thought. But he was unaware that he had entered into the domain of fierce demons. Everything around us seemed still and calm. But it was just the onset of something horrifying. The poet was engrossed in writing his poems. All of a sudden, a demon appeared before him! “Errr! Who’s that?” the poet shrieked. He had never anticipated any such thing. The demon was giant and ugly. He emitted fire through his nostrils. “Who are you, and how dare you enter our land?” roared the demon. The poet was frightened. He stammered, “I… I am a p… poet. I did not come here with any evil intention. I