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In a quiet village surrounded by green fields, tall coconut trees, and warm sunshine, lived a tiny baby monkey named Toto. Toto was the smallest monkey in his family, but he had the biggest curiosity. Every day, he explored the world with bright eyes, a twitching nose, and a belly that always seemed a little hungry.

Most baby monkeys loved fruit—sweet bananas, juicy mangoes, soft papayas. But Toto was different. Toto loved something unexpected, something simple, something that made everyone laugh the first time they saw it:
Toto loved rice.

Not just liked it—he LOVED it. Whenever Toto smelled freshly cooked rice, his tail curled happily, his eyes sparkled, and he made cute little “mmm mmm” noises that made the villagers giggle.

The First Time Toto Tasted Rice

Toto’s love for rice began on a warm afternoon. The farmers had gathered outside a small wooden house to eat their lunch after working in the rice fields. They sat in a circle, talking and laughing, with bowls of steaming white rice in front of them.

Toto, curious as always, climbed up the bamboo fence and peeked over. His nose twitched.
What is that amazing smell? he wondered.

He hopped closer, inch by inch, until he was right beside an old farmer named Dara. Dara saw the tiny monkey staring at his food with big, sparkling eyes.

“You want to try?” Dara asked gently.

Toto didn’t understand the words, but he understood the rice. He nodded excitedly and reached out his little hands.

Dara softly placed a small ball of sticky rice into Toto’s palms.

Toto sniffed it…
touched it…
and then took his first bite.

His whole face lit up.

His tail curled like a cinnamon roll.
His eyes closed.
He made a happy sound:
“Mmmm! 😙”

Everyone burst into laughter. They had never seen a monkey enjoy rice like that.

From that moment on, Toto was officially known as “the rice-loving monkey.”

A Daily Routine of Rice Adventures

Every morning, as the village woke up, Toto began his little adventure. He waited on the fence outside the kitchen, listening for the sound of rice cooking—the soft bubbling of the pot.

When the aroma drifted out, he climbed up with excitement.

The village moms would smile when they saw him.

“Oh look, Toto is here again!”
“Didn’t you eat enough yesterday?”
“You little rice thief!”

But Toto wasn’t a thief. He always waited patiently until someone handed him a small spoonful or a tiny ball of warm rice.

He would hold it carefully with both hands, sit down like a polite baby, and enjoy every bite. The villagers loved watching him, and he loved being around them.

Toto Helps in the Kitchen

One day, the village aunties were preparing a huge meal for a celebration. There were vegetables, fish, fruits, cakes—and of course, big pots of rice.

Toto, curious as ever, climbed into the kitchen to watch. He kept his distance because the fire was hot, but he loved watching the aunties work.

When they washed the rice in water, Toto leaned forward, fascinated by the way the grains swirled.
When they poured the washed rice into the pot, Toto clapped.
When the pot started steaming, Toto made tiny happy noises because he knew something delicious was coming.

The aunties noticed how much he enjoyed being there.

One of them said, “Toto is such a good helper. He watches like he’s learning to cook!”

Another replied, “Soon he will make his own rice!”

Everyone laughed. Toto didn’t understand the words, but he smiled anyway.

When the rice finished cooking, Toto received his special little bowl as a reward for being such a good “helper.” He ate proudly, with a straight back and tiny, serious expression—as if he were a grandmaster of rice tasting.

A Big Bowl for a Small Monkey

As Toto grew, his love for rice grew too.

Some days he liked soft jasmine rice.
Some days he liked rice mixed with vegetables.
Some days he liked rice dipped in a bit of sweet coconut milk.

But his favorite was rice fed to him gently by the villagers. Whenever someone cupped rice in their hand and brought it close, Toto would lean forward, press his lips together in his cute “😙” face, and nibble happily.

It became a daily tradition.

The people felt joy feeding him.
And Toto felt safe and loved.

Toto’s Rice Picnic

One sunny day, the children of the village decided to make Toto a surprise.

They gathered bamboo leaves, fresh bananas, and cooked a small pot of rice just for him. Then they set it all under a big mango tree like a tiny picnic.

When Toto arrived, he froze in shock.

The children shouted:

“Toto! This is for you!”
“A rice picnic!”
“Come eat!”

Toto jumped with excitement. His tail danced behind him as he hurried toward the food.

He took one bite… then another… then another.

He was so happy he rolled on the grass, hugging his belly, making silly noises. The children laughed so hard they cried.

It was the perfect day for Toto—sunshine, friends, and his favorite food in the world.

A Monkey with a Special Taste

Most monkeys preferred fruits.
Some loved insects.
Others liked leaves.

But Toto?
Toto loved rice, and everyone respected that.

His uniqueness made him special in the village. He wasn’t just another baby monkey in the trees. He was Toto—the little monkey with the warm heart, cute smile, and a belly full of rice.

And whenever someone cooked rice, they always set aside a tiny portion. Because they knew, without a doubt, Toto would come running with his happy “😙🐒” face.

A Happy Monkey, A Happy Village

Toto grew up surrounded by kindness, laughter, and food he loved. The villagers treated him like a little friend. The children played with him. The aunties fed him. The farmers let him sit on their shoulders while they rested.

Toto gave the village something too:
joy.

His tiny hands holding rice…
His cute little chewing face…
His silly dances when he was excited…
All of it made everyone smile.

He reminded them that even simple things—like a warm bowl of rice—could bring happiness.

And so, every day, the village echoed with a cheerful sound:

“Toto! Rice time!”

And a tiny monkey would come running, ready to enjoy his favorite food in the whole wide world.