The morning sun had only just begun to spread its golden light across the small village when the air was suddenly filled with excited voices. Something unusual was happening, something that made everyone stop what they were doing and look toward the old mango tree near the pond.
“OMG! What’s happened on baby monkey?” shouted Lina, the first to notice the commotion.
The baby monkey, known lovingly by everyone as Toto, was usually the most energetic, cheerful, and curious little creature around. Every morning, he would climb trees, jump from branch to branch, and play with fallen leaves, making little chirping sounds of happiness. But that day—something was different.
Toto was sitting very still on a low branch, his tiny hands wrapped tightly around the tree trunk. His huge round eyes stared down at the ground, and he wasn’t moving at all. No bouncing, no giggling, no playful swinging. Just silence.
Lina ran closer. “Toto? Are you okay?” she whispered, worried.
Toto blinked once but didn’t respond. He looked as if he had seen something shocking—or maybe something had happened while no one was watching.
A few seconds later, the caretaker, Uncle Naro, came rushing over. He had raised Toto ever since the monkey had been rescued as a newborn. He knew all of Toto’s moods, from his grumpy mornings to his excited afternoons, but this expression was new—confused, frozen, and slightly scared.
“What’s wrong, little one?” Uncle Naro asked gently. He reached out his hand, but Toto hesitated before slowly climbing down.
The moment Toto stepped onto the ground, the mystery became clear.
A loud burst of laughter erupted from the children standing nearby.
Toto was covered—absolutely covered—from head to tail, in bright yellow pollen.
His tiny face was practically glowing. His fur looked like he had rolled in a bowl of turmeric. Even his tail was fluffy and golden.
“OMG! What happened to him?” Lina giggled, though she still looked concerned.
Uncle Naro chuckled softly as he examined the small monkey. “Ah… I think I know what happened.”
The big, old mango tree had giant blossoms on its highest branches. These flowers were full of thick yellow pollen. And Toto, curious as always, must have crawled inside to explore.
But there was more.
As the villagers gathered, one of the boys pointed at something lying on the ground.
A tiny beehive, broken apart, with a few bees buzzing angrily around it.
Toto’s eyes widened. He glanced around nervously, then rushed straight into Uncle Naro’s arms for safety.
“Oh no,” Lina gasped. “Did he disturb the bees?”
Toto made a small squeak, burying his face into Naro’s shirt.
Naro nodded calmly. “It looks like our brave explorer tried to poke the hive… and got an unexpected surprise.”
The villagers burst into laughter—not because they didn’t care, but because the little monkey looked too cute and too dramatic. His messy yellow fur made him look like a squishy sunball instead of the naughty explorer he usually was.
But despite the laughter, everyone cared deeply. They wanted to make sure he wasn’t hurt.
Naro checked carefully for stings—none. Somehow, Toto had escaped without a single injury. He must have panicked and slid down the tree so quickly that the bees didn’t have time to sting him.
“Toto, you lucky little monkey,” Naro said, shaking his head.
The children gathered around, their faces full of smiles. Some took pictures. Others offered Toto fruit to make him feel better.
But Toto wasn’t ready to joke yet.
He sat on Naro’s lap, puffing his cheeks, still embarrassed. Every time someone giggled, he turned away, pretending not to hear.
“Don’t worry,” Lina whispered softly. “Everybody gets scared sometimes.”
That made Toto relax a little.
A few minutes later, as the bees finally flew away, Naro decided it was time to clean the little troublemaker.
“Let’s get you washed, banana boy,” he teased.
Toto squeaked in protest—he hated baths. But the pollen stuck to his fur like dust. There was no way to avoid it.
So Naro carried him to the stream, with half the children following behind.
At first, Toto refused to go near the water. He clung to Naro’s shirt like a terrified baby. But when Naro gently dipped his tail into the water, Toto let out a dramatic gasp as if the world had ended.
Everyone burst into laughter again.
Slowly, gently, Naro washed the pollen from Toto’s fur. He used warm water and soft strokes, making sure the little monkey felt safe. Though Toto complained and made funny noises, he eventually relaxed and let himself be cleaned.
After a long wash, Toto was finally fluffy and clean again—his usual brown color returned.
He stood proudly on a rock and puffed up his chest, as if saying: “I’m back!”
The children clapped. Toto bowed dramatically, enjoying the attention again.
But the funniest part came next.
One of the boys held up a mirror.
Toto looked into it.
He blinked… touched his face… and then gasped in shock.
He leaned so close that his nose almost touched the glass.
He couldn’t believe it.
His fur was still slightly yellowish around the cheeks—a stubborn tint that refused to wash out completely.
Toto squealed loudly, grabbed the mirror, and shook it in frustration.
Everyone burst into laughter once again—this time even Naro couldn’t stop laughing.
“Toto,” he said while wiping tears from his eyes, “this will fade in a few days.”
But Toto didn’t care. He turned around, crossed his arms, and sulked adorably.
Lina patted his back. “It’s okay. You look cute.”
Toto’s ears perked up.
“Really cute,” another child added.
Suddenly, Toto’s attitude completely changed.
He stood up straight.
He lifted his chin.
He started posing—tilting his head, lifting his tail, even giving tiny smiles—enjoying being the center of attention again.
The children laughed and took photos.
And just like that, Toto forgot all about his earlier embarrassment.
He went back to climbing trees, jumping around, and stealing fruit like his normal cheeky self.
As the day came to an end, Naro watched Toto happily play with the kids and shook his head with a smile.
“OMG… what happened on baby monkey today?” he whispered to himself. “Just another adventure.”
Because with Toto, every day was a surprise—funny, chaotic, and full of adorable moments.
And everyone in the village knew one thing for sure:
With Toto around, life would never be boring.
