Bin was a little monkey with big round eyes, soft golden fur, and a heart that wore its feelings right on its sleeve. Everyone in the jungle knew Bin as the most playful monkey around. He loved to swing on vines, chase butterflies, and snatch bananas from the top of the tallest trees. But Bin had one very funny problem—he sulked every time things didn’t go his way. And when Bin sulked, oh, it was a sight to see. His cheeks puffed up, his arms folded tight across his chest, and he would stomp his tiny feet like a grumpy child.
One sunny morning, Bin woke up in his treehouse feeling excited. Today was the day his monkey friends were planning a big fruit picnic by the river. Mangoes, bananas, papayas, and even sweet coconuts were waiting to be shared. Bin jumped up and down with joy. “I will eat the biggest mango first!” he told himself proudly.
When he arrived at the riverbank, his friends were already there. Lala, the clever monkey, was arranging the fruits neatly in a basket. Sumi and Kevin were splashing water, laughing loudly. Bibi, the tiniest monkey, was trying to crack open a nut with her little hands.
“Bin! Come join us!” Lala called out cheerfully.
Bin rushed forward, eyes shining. He saw a large golden mango lying on the grass. “That one is mine!” he declared, reaching for it.
But just as his fingers touched the mango, Kevin swooped down from a branch and grabbed it first. “Got it! First come, first served!” Kevin said with a grin.
Bin froze. His face turned red. His lips curled down, and he slowly folded his arms across his chest. Then he plopped down on the ground, turning his back to everyone.
“Oh no,” Sumi whispered. “Bin is sulking again.”
Sure enough, Bin was puffing his cheeks like two little balloons. He refused to talk, refused to look, and refused to play. His friends sighed. They knew Bin’s sulking could last a long time.
“Bin, don’t be upset,” Lala said gently. She handed him a ripe banana. “Here, this is sweet too.”
But Bin shook his head. “No. I wanted the mango.” His voice was small and pouty.
Bibi tried to cheer him up by juggling some berries, but the berries slipped and splattered on the ground. Kevin, feeling a little guilty, offered to share half of the mango. “Come on, Bin. Let’s eat together.”
But Bin only turned his head farther away, muttering, “It’s not the same.”
The friends looked at each other. What could they do? They wanted everyone to enjoy the picnic, but Bin’s sulking was like a little storm cloud over the sunny day.
Finally, Sumi came up with an idea. She whispered to the others, and they all nodded. Then, without telling Bin, they began to play a fun game of “Fruit Hunt.” They hid little fruits around the riverbank and started racing to find them.
Bin sat on the side, sneaking peeks at them while pretending not to care. But the laughter was loud, the game looked fun, and his tail twitched with curiosity.
“Look! I found three berries!” shouted Bibi.
“I got a coconut!” Kevin cheered.
Lala held up a guava. “Who can find the biggest fruit?”
Bin’s ears perked up. Biggest fruit? That sounded interesting. He tried to resist, but his legs started to move. Soon, he was tiptoeing around, pretending he wasn’t playing but actually looking at bushes and trees.
Then he saw it—a giant mango hanging from a branch, even bigger than the one Kevin had taken earlier. Bin’s eyes sparkled. He leaped up, grabbed it with both hands, and held it high in triumph. “I win!” he shouted, forgetting he was supposed to be sulking.
All his friends clapped and cheered. “Hooray for Bin!”
Bin beamed with pride, his sulk completely gone. He shared slices of the giant mango with everyone, laughing happily again.
But that wasn’t the end of the story. Because later in the day, when Bibi accidentally spilled juice on Bin’s tail, the little monkey frowned again. He puffed his cheeks, folded his arms, and stomped his feet. “Now my tail is sticky!” he complained.
The others couldn’t help but laugh. “Bin sulks monkey!” Kevin teased.
“😁😁😁” Lala added, making funny faces at him.
Even Bin had to giggle at that. His sulks, after all, were more funny than scary.
From that day on, whenever Bin started to pout, his friends would all chant together: “Bin sulks monkey! 😁😁😁” And somehow, hearing those words always made him laugh and forget his grumpiness.
Bin slowly learned that sharing, forgiving, and laughing made every day brighter than sulking ever could. But of course, every now and then, when things didn’t go his way, the jungle still echoed with the funny sight of Bin puffing his cheeks, arms crossed, and friends laughing gently around him.
Because that was who Bin was—the monkey who sulked, but also the monkey who was deeply loved by all. ❤️🐒
