In a peaceful corner of the jungle where sunlight trickled through the leaves like golden ribbons, lived a baby monkey named Lilo. Lilo was small, fluffy, bright-eyed, and always ready for a new adventure—especially if that adventure involved food. In fact, every animal in the forest knew that Lilo’s favorite words in the whole world were “yummy yummy.” Whenever someone said it, he would perk up instantly and look around, hoping something delicious was nearby.
One warm morning, the birds were singing, the breeze was soft, and Lilo woke up with one thing on his mind: breakfast. His little stomach rumbled loudly—a cute, tiny growl that startled even himself.
He rubbed his eyes, sat up on the branch where he slept, and looked around.
“Yummy yummy?” he squeaked hopefully.
But the jungle was still sleepy. No fruits had fallen yet. No animals were out sharing snacks. Everything was quiet.
Lilo stretched his arms and legs, then scampered down the tree in search of something—anything—that tasted wonderful. His nose twitched as he sniffed the air.
Far away, he smelled something sweet. Something fruity. Something that made his tummy rumble even louder.
“Ohh… yummy yummy!” he chirped excitedly.
He followed the scent, hopping over roots, sliding down vines, and jumping from stone to stone until he reached a small clearing. And there, sitting on a rock with a basket full of fruit, was a human girl named Mia.
Mia visited the jungle every morning. She loved the animals, loved exploring, and loved feeding her wild little friend Lilo. She looked up and smiled the moment she saw him.
“Well, well, look who woke up hungry,” she laughed. “Are you ready for some breakfast, Lilo?”
Lilo squealed, ran toward her, and jumped right onto her lap. His tiny hands reached into the basket and grabbed the first thing he found—a bright yellow banana.
Mia giggled. “You don’t even say hi anymore. Straight to the food, huh?”
But Lilo wasn’t listening. He peeled the banana in a frenzy, tossed the skin behind him, and stuffed a huge bite into his mouth. He chewed happily, eyes half-closed, tail swaying.
“Mmmm… yummy yummy!”
Mia watched with a smile. She loved the way Lilo enjoyed food—like every bite was a little piece of heaven. She handed him a slice of papaya next.
Lilo grabbed it with sticky hands and bit into it, letting the juicy sweetness drip down his chin. He didn’t care how messy he looked; he was too busy enjoying every moment.
After the papaya came mango slices—soft, bright orange, and incredibly sweet. Lilo tasted one and let out a dramatic gasp, as if he had discovered the best flavor in the whole world.
“YUMMY YUMMY!!” he squeaked at the top of his lungs.
Mia burst out laughing. “Alright, calm down, you silly baby. You’re going to wake up the whole forest.”
But it was too late. Lilo’s excited voice echoed through the trees. Birds fluttered off their branches, curious squirrels popped their heads out of holes, and even a sleepy deer wandered closer, wondering what all the fuss was about.
Lilo didn’t care about the audience. He was too busy devouring another banana, then nibbling on pieces of watermelon, then licking the juice off his fingers.
He stuffed one cheek full of mango, the other full of banana, and looked proudly at Mia like he had just won an eating competition.
“You’re such a little foodie,” Mia said, patting his head gently. “Someday you’ll eat me out of snacks.”
Lilo chirped happily and climbed onto her shoulder as she reached for the last surprise in the basket.
When she opened a small wooden container, a sweet smell floated into the air—something creamy, soft, and delicious.
Yogurt.
The moment Lilo saw the little cup of yogurt, he gasped dramatically, clutched his chest like he had fallen in love, and pointed both hands at it.
“Yummy!! Yummy yummy!!” he cried.
Mia laughed until she almost fell off the rock. “Alright, you silly baby. But we’re sharing this one.”
She opened the cup and held it out. Lilo didn’t wait—he dipped both hands into the creamy yogurt and shoved it into his mouth, making happy squeaks as he gobbled it up.
Half of it got on his face. Some dripped onto her arm. A little blob landed on his tail, but he didn’t even notice.
Mia wiped his face gently, but every time she cleaned one spot, Lilo made another mess.
“You’re impossible!” she said between giggles.
When the yogurt cup was empty, Lilo leaned back, belly round and full, looking incredibly proud of himself. He placed a hand on his tummy and sighed with pure satisfaction.
The animals watching nearby let out soft sounds—like they, too, were amused by the baby monkey’s feast.
As Lilo relaxed, Mia stroked his little head.
“Feeling good?”
He nodded slowly. “Yummy yummy…”
His voice was soft now, dreamy, sleepy. A food coma was taking over.
Within minutes, he crawled into Mia’s arms, curled up like a tiny baby, and rested his head on her chest. She could feel his tiny heartbeat slowing into a calm rhythm.
“You ate too much, didn’t you?” she whispered.
Lilo didn’t answer. His eyes were already closing, his body warm and relaxed.
The jungle breeze rustled the leaves above them. Birds sang gently. Sunlight warmed the clearing.
Mia held him close, rocking him softly. “Sleep well, my little Yummy King.”
Lilo let out a small sigh.
But just before drifting off completely, he whispered the last words of his morning adventure:
“…yummy… yummy…”
And with that, he fell into the sweetest nap, dreaming of bananas, mangoes, papayas, and the next delicious “yummy yummy” feast waiting for him tomorrow.
