Deep in a peaceful village where tall coconut trees swayed in the warm breeze, lived a little monkey named Bun. Bun was known everywhere for his playful spirit. He was tiny, adorable, and always full of energy. If there was an adventure happening, you could be sure Bun was right in the middle of it.
Every morning, Bun would wake up early, stretch his little arms, and run outside to explore. His home was a wooden shed behind Grandma Srey’s house. Grandma Srey loved Bun like family. She always said, “This little monkey has a brave heart, but sometimes too much bravery brings trouble.”
And one sunny morning, her words became true.
A Tall Temptation
Behind the shed stood an old jackfruit tree. The fruits were still small, but the leaves were huge and perfect for playing. Bun had climbed it many times before—he felt proud because the tree was tall. Whenever he sat on the highest branch, he felt like the king of the whole village.
But today was different.
A big, shiny kite had gotten stuck on the top branch. It wasn’t Bun’s kite, but the moment he saw the colorful tail fluttering in the wind, he decided he must get it.
He clapped his hands excitedly.
“Easy! I climb every day,” Bun said to himself, puffing his little chest proudly.
With a quick jump, he grabbed the lowest branch.
Then another.
And another.
He climbed faster than ever, imagining how impressed Grandma Srey would be if he brought the lost kite home.
But the higher he went, the thinner the branches became.
And the wind grew stronger.
Still, Bun kept climbing.
A Sticky Surprise
Finally, he reached the kite. It was tangled tightly between two branches. Bun pulled it gently. It didn’t move. He pulled again. Still stuck.
“Hmm… maybe if I climb a little higher…” he thought.
But the branch above him was coated with sticky tree sap. Bun didn’t see it. When he grabbed it, his small hand sank into the gooey sap.
“Ew!” he squeaked, shaking his hand—but that only made him lose his balance.
He slipped.
For a moment, his heart almost stopped.
Instinctively, he grabbed the first thing he could—the very branch where the kite was stuck.
And guess what?
His hand got stuck too!
Bun tried to pull.
He tried twisting.
But the sticky sap was holding onto him like glue.
“Oh no… oh no…” Bun whispered, eyes widening.
He was stuck high in the tree with no way down.
Calling for Help
Bun tried to wiggle calmly at first, but soon he started to panic a little. The branch shook each time he moved. The wind blew the leaves harshly, making everything scarier.
Thinking fast, Bun called out for help.
“Eeek! Eeeek! Grandma! Help!”
Grandma Srey, who had been pounding rice inside the house, immediately recognized Bun’s cry. She dropped everything and hurried outside.
She looked up.
“Oh Bun! My little troublemaker!” she gasped when she saw him.
But Bun wasn’t laughing. His eyes were wide. His tiny legs dangled helplessly.
“It’s okay! Stay still!” Grandma called.
She didn’t climb trees, but she knew someone who could.
She called the village boys.
Soon, four kind village boys ran toward the tree with a bamboo ladder.
“Hold on, Bun! We’re coming!” said Dara, the oldest boy.
The Fall
While they set up the ladder, Bun’s grip was getting tired. The sticky branch still held his hand, but his feet had nothing to stand on anymore. His whole body swung lightly in the wind.
“Please hurry…” Bun whimpered softly.
The boys lifted the ladder up, but before Dara could climb—
A sudden strong wind blew.
The branch shook.
And—
Bun slipped free from the sticky sap.
His hand came loose so quickly that he didn’t have time to react.
He fell.
Down…
Down…
Down…
He didn’t fall far because the lower branches slowed him.
But he still tumbled through the leaves until—
Thump!
He landed safely but embarrassingly on Dara’s back, who let out a surprised laugh.
“You scared me, little guy!” Dara chuckled gently.
Bun clung to him, trembling but unharmed.
Grandma Srey rushed forward, checking him all over with worried eyes.
“No scratches… no bumps… just dust!” she exclaimed with relief. “Thank goodness!”
Bun hid his face in her shirt, embarrassed and shaken.
“It’s okay,” she whispered, rubbing his back. “Everyone falls sometimes.”
The Lesson
After making sure Bun was completely fine, Grandma carried him home. She cleaned his sticky hand with warm water and wiped the dirt off his fur.
Bun sat quietly, his usual energy gone. He looked down, ears drooping.
“You’re not in trouble,” Grandma assured him. “But you must be more careful. Not every tree is safe to climb. And not every adventure is worth the risk.”
Bun nodded slowly. He didn’t like feeling scared. And he didn’t want Grandma to worry ever again.
Later that evening, the village boys brought the kite to him. They had climbed the tree and rescued it.
“Here you go, hero,” Dara teased gently. “Next time, call us first.”
Bun smiled shyly and accepted the kite. He hugged it proudly but promised himself he would never climb unsafe branches again.
A Happy Ending
As the sun set, Bun sat beside Grandma Srey on the porch. The sky turned pink and gold. Fireflies danced in the tall grass. Bun held the colorful kite on his lap, gently touching the tail that had caused so much trouble that morning.
Grandma kissed his forehead softly.
“You’re brave, little Bun,” she said. “But the bravest ones know when to ask for help.”
Bun snuggled closer. He felt safe, loved, and warm. The fear he felt earlier slowly faded away, replaced by gratitude.
That night, when he curled up to sleep, his final thought was:
“Tomorrow, I’ll play again… but I’ll play smart.”
And in the peaceful village under the starlit sky, the little monkey who once got stuck and fell slept soundly, ready for kinder and safer adventures ahead.
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