“OOK!” screamed Kawanga.
The three little monkeys raced as fast as their hairy little monkey paws could carry them, into the thick jungle and up to the top of the nearest tree.
They didn’t stop until they got to the very top, and there was nothing above them but the sun and the sky.
Sarikin Bakka, way below on the jungle floor, yawned and closed his eyes. Three little monkeys were nothing to him.
”Ook,” Nimbala said, crossing his arms. “Ook ook.”
”Ook?” asked Samala, peering down to the jungle floor.
”Ook,” confirmed Kawanga, stretching and leaning back against the tree.
They stayed there for most of the afternoon, basking in the glorious sunshine and occasionally swatting at an errant fly or, more often than not, one another.
When they felt safe, they slowly made their way across the trees, being careful to make as little noise as possible in case the great tiger should hear them.
It didn’t take them long to become tired and, what with the sun going down, they thought that perhaps it was time for bed.
“Ook?” asked Samala, hoping one of this friends would tell him a story.
“Ook,” Kawanga said firmly, and Samala turned away. He would get no story on this night.
“Ook,” said Nimbala quietly, as Kawanga himself turned away. “Ook.”
“Ook?” said Samala hopefully, one eye looking at Kawanga. “Ook?”
“OOK!” Kawanga yelled, not turning his head. “Ook.”
It was time for bed, and the three little monkeys knew had become tired after their busy day.
The Hopeless Waterful, and the legendary Cave of Dreams, would have to wait until morning.
To be continued…
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