It was a sunny morning in the peaceful village where Lala and Thuy lived. The birds were chirping, and the wind danced gently through the trees. Lala, a cheerful little monkey with bright eyes and a soft golden-brown coat, was still napping in her cozy spot under the banana tree. She often loved to sleep in, especially when the sun warmed the ground just right.
Thuy, her best friend and caretaker, had woken up early that day. Thuy was a sweet young woman who loved animals and spent much of her time caring for them, especially for Lala, whom she had raised since she was a baby.
That morning, Thuy felt a little mischievous. She had found a basket full of ripe, juicy mangoes, bananas, and papayas freshly picked from the orchard. Instead of waking Lala up like she usually did, she decided to eat quietly by herself under the shade of the mango tree.
She took a slice of mango and popped it into her mouth. “Mmm… so sweet!” she whispered to herself. Then she took a banana, peeled it slowly, and took a big bite. She was enjoying every piece, one after another, with a happy hum.
But just as she reached for a big piece of watermelon, she heard a soft rustling behind her. She turned around, and there stood Lala—her tiny face scrunched up in a mixture of confusion and irritation.
Lala blinked a few times, her tail twitching behind her. She looked at the fruit, then at Thuy, then back at the half-eaten papaya on the plate.
“Eek eek!” Lala squealed angrily. Her little feet stomped on the ground as she threw her tiny arms in the air. Thuy immediately knew she was in trouble.
“Oh no,” Thuy said, her mouth still full. “Lala, I didn’t mean to—well—I was just… hungry!”
But Lala didn’t want to hear excuses. She turned her back, crossed her arms, and let out a long dramatic sigh. Anyone could see she was furious. This wasn’t just about fruit—it was about being left out.
Thuy stood up and gently walked over to Lala. “Hey, I’m really sorry, sweetie. I should’ve called you. I didn’t think you’d wake up so soon.
Lala didn’t respond. She hopped onto a low branch, turned her back again, and refused to make eye contact. Her big round eyes welled up with disappointment.
Thuy felt bad. She had never seen Lala this upset before. Usually, they shared everything—fruit, games, nap time, and even their silly dances. She hadn’t meant to hurt her friend’s feelings.
So Thuy decided to make it up to her. She rushed back into the kitchen and gathered more fruits: fresh mangoes, the sweetest dragon fruit, jackfruit slices, and a handful of red grapes. Then she arranged them all on a big banana leaf like a royal feast.
She also added a little honey drizzle—Lala’s favorite.
When she returned to the yard, Lala was still sulking in the tree. “Lala,” Thuy called gently, “come here, look what I made for you. Only for you.”
Lala peeked over her shoulder. Her eyes widened at the sight of the colorful fruit platter. She tried to stay mad—she really did—but the juicy dragon fruit was calling to her.
She climbed down slowly, still pouting a bit. Thuy offered a grape, and after a second, Lala took it. Then another. Then she grabbed a chunk of mango and started munching happily.
Thuy sat down beside her. “I promise I won’t forget you next time,” she said. “We’re a team. Fruit always tastes better when we share, right?”
Lala looked at Thuy and gave a soft squeak of agreement. Then, to Thuy’s surprise, she picked up a banana slice and gently offered it to her friend. It was her way of saying, “All is forgiven.”
The two sat together in the sunshine, eating, laughing, and playing. The little moment of anger was gone, replaced by love and giggles.
As the day went on, Thuy taught Lala how to arrange fruit into funny shapes. They made a smiley face from slices of watermelon and created flower petals out of dragon fruit. Lala clapped her hands in delight every time they made something new.
They even shared their fruit designs with the other animals around the village—giving a slice here to a goat, a piece there to a curious squirrel. The angry morning was forgotten, and the afternoon was filled with kindness, sharing, and joy.
Later that evening, as the sun set and the sky turned pink and orange, Lala curled up in Thuy’s lap. Her belly was full, and her heart was happy. Thuy gently stroked her back and whispered, “We’re best friends forever, okay?”
Lala looked up and gave a soft happy chirp.
From that day on, whenever Thuy had fruit, she always made sure Lala was by her side. And Lala, in return, never stayed angry for long. Because deep down, she knew that even though friends sometimes forget, real love always remembers.
Moral of the Story:
Friendship means sharing the little joys of life, like fruit on a sunny day. Even when feelings get hurt, a sincere apology and a kind gesture can bring hearts back together.
