The Cave of Dreams pt.4

Galloping through the undergrowth, charging towards the unknown adventure that the Hopeless Waterfall would bring, the three little monkeys were excited.
So excited, it seems, that they charged straight past the QuietCanyon and on towards the Elephant’s Mound.

The QuietCanyon, of course, is where the monkeys should have turned left and headed on through the SilentForest until they heard the crashing roar of despair emminating from the Waterfall… but, in their excitement, they went too far and missed their turning and instead stumbled upon the Elephant’s Mound.

 

As everyone knows, the Elephant’s Mound is where the old and feeble elephants would go to die.
For generations, they would quietly slip away from the herd and make their slow, plodding way to the Mound where, in the soft moonlight of a quiet evening, the Sombre Spirit of Salados would whisk them away to the Elephant’s Playground.  That was, of course, where all elephants of any age and standing would all be equal and live in peace for eternity.

The animals all knew that nobody went to the Elephant’s Mound unless, well, you were an elephant.
The three little monkeys were not elephants…

 

“Ook?”  Samala whispered, coming to a halt with the other monkeys.  “Ook.”

“Ook?” Kawanga whispered, looking around the clearing.  “Ook.”
”Ook,” Nimbala said, pointing towards the far side of the clearing.
There, in the shadows of a big tree, stood a lone elephant.

It was Jumbala, the oldest and wisest of the elephants.
She had grown tired and weary and, as the rest of her herd were distracted, she had slowly plodded away and made her way hear.  She new her time with Salados was upon her.

She stared at the three little monkeys, not knowing what to do.  She knew that they knew the rules but, as usual, they seemed to be a law unto themselves in the jungle and were here.  Bold as brass.  Monkeys on a mission.  She was intrigued.

She raised her trunk slowly, and trumpeted across the clearing.

“Ook!” screeched Samala and Nimbala. “Ook!”
They wanted to turn tail and run home but, being a little braver, Kawanga careful edged his way forward. 
”OOK!” the two other monkeys screeched again.  “OOK!”
Kawanga dismissed them with a wave of his paw and continured forward.
Jumbala, both baffled and bemused in equal measure, slowly approached him from the other side of the clearing.
The Mound, tall and glistening with dew-wet grass, stood between them.

 

To be continued…

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The Cave of Dreams, pt.3

The next morning, when the sun was high in the sky, the three little monkeys awoke and had a little play fight.  Monkeys, much like young boys, like to fight with one another. Nothing serious, of couse, just the odd poke and bite and banana-stabbing.
Anyway, after they had calmed down, they set off for the day.  They all knew it was going to be a long trek through the jungle to reach the Hopeless Waterfall and, with luck, the Cave of Dreams.
The Cave of Dreams was a magical place and, it was said, you could find all of your hopes and desires inside.
Now, monkeys are quite hopeful little creatures so they were not looking for that.
Oh no.
They were looking for their biggest, deepest desire…

 

Do you know what that was?
That’s right… bananas.

”Bananas?” you may cry, looking puzzled and scratching your head (a bit like a monkey). “The three little monkeys live in the jungle and have lots of bananas!”
Why, yes.
Yes they do.

However, they do not want some bananas.
They do not want lots of bananas.

“OOK!”

Ok, Nimbala, ok!  No need to shout, I’m getting to it.
Sheesh.  Have you ever tried telling a story about monkeys?
They get very impatient.

*sigh*

 

What the three little monkeys desired more than anything was an unlimited supply of bananas.
They wanted to be able to get as many bananas as their little bellies could handle, and then be safe in the knowledge there would be more the next day.

They were, when all is said and done, very greedy little monkeys.

 

So, with the sun high in the sky, they set off.

 

To be continued…

 

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The Cave of Dreams pt.2

 

“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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The Cave of Dreams pt.1 (A Three Little Monkeys adventure)

One bright, sunny jungle day, three little monkeys were chatting away in a tree.
“Ook,” said the first, who was called Nimbala.
“Ook?” asked the second, who was called Kawanga.
“Ook!” the third, named Samala, said excitedly.

They excitedly jumped around, chasing one another, as they decided what to do about the scheme Kawanga had suggested.

“Ook ook?” Samala asked, pointing towards the Cave of Dreams.
The Cave of Dreams was situated on the far side of the jungle, past the tiger’s lair, and towards the Hopeless Waterfall.
“Ook?” Nimbala wondered, scratching his bottom. “Ook!”
“Ook.” Samala confirmed and, with a nod from Kawanga, they galloped off into the dense foliage.

An hour or two later (with several stops for banana eating and butterfly chasing) the three little monkeys cautiously approached the tiger’s lair.
The tiger, Sarikin Bakka, was sleeping outside his cave.
The sun was bright and causing patterns to dance through the leaves as the wind blew, making the ground seem as if it were moving.
The three little monkeys were nervous.

“Ack?” whispered Kawanga, trembling.
“Ook.”
“Ack?”
“Ook.”
“Ook!”
With all three monkeys agreed, they began to quietly crawl across the clearing and past the sleeping tiger.
They were almost past, and were preparing to charge off into the thick jungle once more, when Sarikin Bakka suddenly opened his eyes…

To be continued.

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