In the middle of the jungle, there was a funny little scene that made everyone watching laugh. A tiny baby monkey, chubby like a little piggy, sat with his mom under the tall green trees. The old mother monkey was trying her best to give him some serious teaching about how to climb branches properly and how to sit quietly without making too much noise. But the baby monkey had a very different idea in his little mind.
Instead of listening carefully, the piggy baby shook his head and made silly faces at his mother. Every time she pointed to the tree trunk and showed him how to climb, he puffed his cheeks out and bounced on the ground like a playful ball. “No, no, no,” his little gestures seemed to say, “your old style is boring!” The mom monkey grew more serious, waving her hands and scolding gently, but this only made the baby giggle louder.
At one point, she tried to hold his hand and guide him slowly up the tree. The piggy baby disagreed again, pulling back and rolling on the ground like a tiny stubborn piglet. Then, with a cheeky spark in his eyes, he ran up halfway by himself, not in the neat careful way his mother had shown, but by hopping and slipping, almost falling. The crowd of other monkeys gasped, but then they all laughed when he proudly beat his chest as if to say, “See? My way works too!”
The old mother sighed deeply, shaking her head at her naughty little one. But even with her strict face, she couldn’t hide a smile. After all, this piggy baby monkey might disagree with every lesson, but his playful comedy filled the jungle with joy.
