The sun had just started peeking through the tall banana trees, casting soft rays of light into the little garden where the orphan baby monkey lived. His name was Koko, and he was the cheekiest, most curious little monkey anyone could ever meet. Koko had been rescued after losing his mother, and now he was cared for by a kind family who loved him dearly.
Every morning was the same: Koko would wake up with endless energy, his tiny hands grabbing at anything he could reach. He would hop around, squeak with excitement, and nibble on bananas as though each one was the most delicious fruit in the world.
That morning, Koko was especially happy. Dad had brought home a new toy—a small colorful rattle meant for the newborn baby in the house. But of course, Koko thought it was his. He clutched it in his little hands and shook it wildly, laughing in his monkey way, his tiny teeth showing and his eyes sparkling like little stars.
The family’s baby, lying in the cradle, giggled at Koko’s silly dance. The two of them, though different species, had already become close friends. If the baby cried, Koko would rush to the side of the cradle, tilting his head and making funny noises to distract him. If the baby laughed, Koko would jump and clap, as though celebrating with all his heart.
Yes, life was perfect for Koko—until diaper time came.
Morning Fun
After breakfast, Koko climbed onto Dad’s shoulder and started tugging at his ear, begging for attention. Dad laughed and said,
“Alright, Koko, let’s play a little, but remember—after play, it’s diaper time!”
Koko froze. His smile faded. His eyes widened in horror.
Not the diaper. Anything but the diaper!
You see, Koko didn’t understand why he needed a diaper. He thought of himself as grown-up and free. He wanted to hop, climb, and run just like the wild monkeys he sometimes saw at the edge of the forest. But because he was still small, the family insisted on keeping him clean and comfortable with diapers, just like their human baby.
So whenever the word “diaper” was mentioned, Koko turned into the most dramatic little actor.
The Great Escape
When Dad reached for the small white diaper, Koko instantly leaped off his shoulder and darted across the yard. His tiny feet moved as fast as they could, his tail swinging for balance. He hid behind a potted plant, peeking out with just one eye.
Dad pretended not to see him.
“Where’s Koko? Hmm, I thought I had a little monkey here.”
Koko puffed his cheeks and squeaked softly, as if to say, “You’ll never catch me!”
But then, the family’s baby laughed loudly, giving away Koko’s hiding spot. Dad walked slowly to the plant, and just as he reached out, Koko bolted again—this time climbing up the chair, onto the table, and finally onto the curtain.
“Oh no, not the curtain!” Mom cried.
But Koko wasn’t thinking about curtains. He was thinking about freedom. Hanging high like a tiny superhero, he squealed proudly. Unfortunately, his little hands slipped, and with a soft thud, he landed right in Dad’s arms.
The Diaper Battle
The diaper was ready. The wipes were ready. But Koko was not ready.
He squirmed, kicked his little feet, and wrapped his tail tightly around Dad’s wrist as though refusing to let go. His big round eyes looked at Dad with the saddest puppy-dog expression, begging for mercy.
Dad chuckled.
“Don’t act like this, Koko. It’s just a diaper. You’ll feel much better afterward.”
But Koko shook his head furiously. He tried to roll away, but Dad was gentle and quick. Soon enough, the little monkey was lying on his back on the soft blanket.
The family’s baby, lying nearby, watched curiously. It was almost as if the baby was thinking, Don’t worry, Koko. I don’t like diaper time either.
Mom brought a fresh diaper and handed it to Dad. That’s when Koko launched his final act of protest. He squealed loudly, covering his face with both tiny hands. Then, in the most dramatic fashion, he pretended to faint—flopping backward as if life was simply too hard to go on.
The whole family burst into laughter. Even the baby laughed, his little arms waving happily.
The Happy Ending
Despite all his tricks, the diaper was finally on. Dad fastened it gently and gave Koko a pat on the tummy.
“There you go, all clean and comfy.”
Koko sat up, sulking. He crossed his arms, turned his head away, and refused to look at anyone. His pride had been wounded.
But then, Mom handed him a tiny piece of mango. Mango was Koko’s absolute favorite. He tried to resist at first, but the sweet smell was too strong. Within seconds, he grabbed the fruit and munched happily, forgetting all about the diaper.
The baby clapped, and Koko, with juice dripping from his mouth, returned to his cheerful self. He even climbed into the cradle beside the baby, snuggling close as if nothing had happened.
Dad shook his head, laughing.
“You little rascal. You fight so hard every time, but in the end, you’re still the happiest when it’s all done.”
And it was true. Though Koko hated the process, once he had a fresh diaper and a full tummy, he felt much better. He could play freely without anyone worrying about accidents.
Afternoon Mischief
Later in the afternoon, Koko discovered a new game. He pulled out one of the baby’s spare diapers and tried to put it on his head like a hat. He ran around the yard proudly wearing it, while the family laughed until their sides hurt.
It seemed Koko didn’t actually hate diapers—he just wanted them on his own terms.
The baby and Koko spent the rest of the day playing together. They shared toys, snacks, and endless laughter. And every time Mom said the word “diaper,” Koko would squeak and run, but now it had become part of the game, a daily comedy routine that brought joy to everyone in the house.
A Lesson in Love
That night, as the baby slept peacefully in the cradle, Koko curled up in his little blanket nearby. Dad looked at the two of them and smiled.
Taking care of a human baby was already a challenge, but with an orphan baby monkey added to the family, every day was filled with extra laughter, surprises, and unforgettable memories.
Koko had lost his mother, but he had gained something else—a family who loved him as their own. Even if he didn’t like diapers, he was safe, cared for, and surrounded by love.
And that, deep down, made him the happiest little monkey in the world.
