Baby monkey Lele teasing the rooster🤪🤪🤪

Morning sunlight poured gently through the leaves, turning the little courtyard into a warm playground filled with life. Birds chirped on the tree branches, chickens scratched at the ground looking for breakfast, and in the middle of it all sat a tiny ball of energy—baby monkey Lele.

Lele had only one goal for the day: cause mischief, especially toward someone he found endlessly funny—the rooster, a proud bird with bright feathers and an even brighter attitude.

The rooster strutted around like he owned the world. His tail feathers fanned out like a colorful umbrella, and his footsteps were loud, confident, and almost theatrical. To Lele, this rooster wasn’t just a bird; he was a challenge. And Lele loved challenges.

Lele peeked from behind a clay pot, eyes sparkling with excitement. The rooster puffed his chest and crowed loudly—“COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO!”—so loud that Lele flinched. But instead of being scared, Lele giggled, covering his tiny face with both hands. The rooster looked around proudly, unaware that a tiny troublemaker was watching him with mischievous plans.

Slowly, quietly, Lele tiptoed forward. His little fingers curled around a fallen leaf, and he lifted it like a secret weapon. Then—swoosh!—he tossed the leaf right at the rooster’s tail.

The rooster froze. He turned his head slowly, staring behind him at the mysterious falling leaf. His feathers ruffled in confusion.

Lele dropped to the ground and rolled behind a basket, trying not to laugh out loud. His shoulders shook with silent giggles.

The rooster clucked in annoyance and walked away, pretending he wasn’t bothered. But Lele wasn’t done. Oh no, the fun had just started.

A few minutes later, the rooster found a juicy worm and proudly strutted to the middle of the yard to eat it. Lele, watching from a distance, got another idea. He spotted a long blade of grass on the ground. Perfect.

He crept closer and closer, holding the grass like a sneaky little whip. The rooster lowered his head to take a bite—and flick!—Lele brushed the grass across the rooster’s back.

The rooster jumped straight into the air with a loud squawk. Feathers puffed everywhere. Lele couldn’t help it—he burst into loud, tiny monkey laughter. He clapped his hands, rolled on the ground, and even kicked his feet in delight. The rooster spun around, glaring at the cheeky little monkey.

Lele waved at him with the grass—almost as if saying, “Come catch me if you can!”

The rooster took two quick steps toward Lele, but the baby monkey hopped away fast, climbing onto a low branch where the rooster couldn’t reach. Lele stuck his tongue out playfully. The rooster’s face turned serious—he was not amused. But he also wasn’t ready to give up.

Lele dangled his legs from the branch, watching the rooster stomp around underneath. For a moment, it seemed like the fun was over. The rooster ignored him and continued looking for food. Lele tilted his head. Boredom settled in.

He wanted to continue teasing.

So, he dropped a small seed from the branch. It landed gently on the rooster’s back.

The rooster froze again.

Another seed. Drop.

And another.

Lele giggled with every drop, covering his mouth with his hands. The rooster looked up and puffed out his feathers so big that he almost doubled in size. Lele squeaked in surprise and scrambled to climb higher into the tree.

From above, he peeked down cautiously.

The rooster strutted in circles beneath him, making soft grumbling sounds. It sounded almost like he was saying, “Stop that, little monkey… I dare you.”

Lele wasn’t afraid—just fascinated. His small face lit up with curiosity. He climbed back down a little and sat on the lowest branch, swinging gently. The rooster looked up. Lele leaned in slightly.

For a second, they just stared at each other.

Then—Lele reached out and poked the rooster’s comb!

Just a soft poke. But to the rooster, it was a great offense. He flapped his wings wildly, squawking in outrage. Lele squealed and leapt back onto the higher branch, laughing so hard that he nearly slipped off.

The rooster stomped in circles, clearly frustrated. But then something unexpected happened—he gave up. He walked toward the shade, lay down, and tucked his head under his wing for a nap.

Lele watched him sleep.

The mischief melted away from his tiny face. Slowly, he climbed down from the branch and approached the sleeping rooster. Lele tilted his head, studying him. He lifted his little hand and gently patted the rooster’s back—this time soft and sweet, not teasing.

The rooster didn’t even wake up.

Lele sat beside him quietly, his playful energy calming for the first time all morning. He stroked the rooster’s feathers gently, almost like apologizing in his own baby-monkey way. After a few minutes, Lele curled up beside him, laying his head on the rooster’s soft tail feathers.

The two unlikely friends rested peacefully in the warm sunlight.

But peace with Lele never lasts long.

The moment the rooster woke up and stretched his wings, Lele jumped with excitement again—like he had been waiting for his playmate to wake.

This time, however, the rooster didn’t seem annoyed. Instead, he walked slowly toward Lele, giving a soft cluck. Lele clapped his hands happily.

When the rooster began scratching the dirt, Lele copied him. When the rooster pecked at a grain, Lele poked the ground with his tiny finger. The rooster shook his head at Lele’s silly attempts, but he didn’t chase him away.

In fact, it seemed like the rooster finally understood—this little monkey wasn’t trying to cause trouble. He just wanted attention. He wanted a friend.

Soon, Lele followed the rooster everywhere. He hopped behind him like a tiny shadow, copying every move. The rooster looked over his shoulder now and then, making sure the baby monkey wasn’t getting into danger.

And surprisingly… he didn’t mind having this silly, playful companion around.

By the end of the day, Lele wrapped his arms gently around the rooster’s wing in a little monkey hug. The rooster stood still, accepting it like a true gentleman. No teasing. No mischief. Just warm, sweet friendship.

Tomorrow, Lele would surely tease him again with leaves, grass, seeds, and silly monkey tricks.

But for now—under the golden sunlight—baby monkey Lele and the proud rooster rested peacefully, a perfect example of how friendship can grow in the funniest ways.