In a peaceful little village surrounded by tall palm trees and golden rice fields, there lived a tiny baby monkey named Bibi. He was small, fluffy, and full of personality. Everyone who visited the village loved him, especially because he always made the funniest squeaks and chirps as if he were trying to talk like a human.
Bibi lived with his owner, a gentle young man named Dara. Dara had found Bibi when he was only a few weeks old—lost, frightened, and calling out for help. Dara gently picked him up, wrapped him in a soft cloth, and promised, “Don’t worry, little one. I’ll take care of you.” From that moment on, Bibi stuck to Dara like a shadow.
The villagers often joked that the two were like brothers. And in a way, they really were. Dara loved Bibi deeply, and Bibi trusted Dara more than anyone else in the world.
One bright morning, Dara woke up to a loud squeaking sound near his pillow.
“Eeep! Eeeep! Eeeep!”
He opened his eyes to find Bibi standing on his chest, tiny hands pushing on his cheek as if trying to wake him up.
“Good morning to you too,” Dara said with a laugh.
But Bibi wasn’t satisfied. He puffed up his cheeks, pointed urgently at the door, and made a long string of sounds:
“Eeee—waa—waa—kii!”
Dara sat up. “What is it? Are you hungry?”
Bibi shook his head dramatically. Then he pointed again at the door, bounced in place, and repeated even louder:
“Eeee—waa—waa—kii!!”
“I don’t speak monkey, Bibi,” Dara joked. “You’re gonna have to show me.”
Bibi grabbed Dara’s sleeve and tugged with all his might. Though he was tiny, he was surprisingly strong when he wanted something. Dara sighed, got out of bed, and let Bibi hop onto his shoulder.
Once they stepped outside, Bibi pointed toward the mango tree near the river. Dara walked over, still unsure what the little monkey wanted. When they reached the tree, Bibi scrambled down Dara’s arm, running circles on the grass while chirping non-stop.
“What’s going on?” Dara asked.
Then he noticed it — a small, green mango had fallen to the ground overnight. Bibi ran toward it, picked it up, and proudly held it above his head. He looked up at Dara and squeaked happily.
“Ohhh,” Dara said. “You want breakfast from the tree today?”
Bibi nodded excitedly and let out a long “Eeeeeeee!” as if saying Yes! Finally you understand!
Dara laughed, gently took the mango, peeled it, and cut it into small pieces. Before he could offer one, Bibi was already climbing onto his knee, making impatient little noises.
“There you go, little chatterbox,” Dara said, holding out the fruit.
Bibi took the piece and ate it joyfully, making tiny satisfied sounds that sounded very much like someone saying “mmmm!”
Bibi’s Talking Gets Smarter
Over the weeks, Bibi grew even more expressive. He didn’t speak human words, of course, but he developed his own “language” of squeaks, gestures, and facial expressions that only Dara could fully understand.
When Bibi wanted water, he tapped his lips and made soft clicking sounds.
When he wanted to play, he spun in a circle and chirped quickly.
When he was upset—usually because Dara stopped giving him snacks—he would puff up like a tiny balloon, fold his arms, and turn his back dramatically.
Dara couldn’t help laughing at how human Bibi acted.
“You talk more than some people I know,” Dara told him one afternoon.
“Eep?” Bibi responded, tilting his head like he understood.
One day, while Dara was cleaning the yard, Bibi ran up with something clutched tightly in his hands. He stretched his arms upward, squeaking urgently.
“What is it now?” Dara asked, kneeling down.
Bibi opened his hands to reveal a small wooden bead. It must have fallen from a bracelet or necklace someone dropped. Bibi pointed at the bead, then at Dara, then tapped his own chest.
“You want me to have it?” Dara guessed.
Bibi shook his head wildly. Then he pointed again at the bead, made a long sound like “Aaa-waa-eee,” and tapped Dara’s chest again.
Dara tried again. “You want me to make you something with it?”
Bibi slapped his hands together excitedly—yes! Finally!
So Dara took some string, threaded the bead onto it, and made a tiny necklace just the right size for Bibi.
When he placed it around the baby monkey’s neck, Bibi looked down at it, touched it gently, and let out the sweetest, softest sound:
“Eeee…”
Even without human words, Dara understood exactly what it meant: Thank you.
The Day Bibi Warned Dara
One afternoon, something incredible happened—something that proved just how smart Bibi really was.
Dara was chopping bamboo near the house when Bibi suddenly started screeching loudly.
“Eee! Eee! Kii! Kii!”
Bibi jumped up and down on the fence, waving his arms like he was trying to stop traffic.
Dara dropped the bamboo knife. “What is it, Bibi? What’s wrong?”
Bibi pointed frantically toward the river path, squeaking faster and louder.
Dara ran toward the path and saw that the waterway was beginning to overflow after heavy rain upstream. If he hadn’t been warned, the water might have washed away some of the smaller animals near the yard.
Thanks to Bibi, Dara had time to guide the chickens and goats to higher ground. Bibi helped too, running around with quick, sharp squeaks that kept the animals moving.
When everything was safe, Dara lifted the little monkey into his arms.
“You saved them,” he whispered. “You talk to me better than anyone.”
Bibi rested his head on Dara’s chest and made a soft purring sound. He didn’t need words to show his pride.
A Bond Stronger Than Words
From then on, people in the village said that Bibi wasn’t just a baby monkey—he was a monkey who talked to his owner in his own special way. Visitors came just to watch them interact. Children giggled when Bibi seemed to answer Dara’s questions with perfectly timed squeaks. Elders nodded thoughtfully, saying the two were connected by something deeper than language.
And maybe they were.
Because every night, as the sun set and the air cooled, Dara would sit on the wooden steps of his home with Bibi curled up on his lap. They watched fireflies rise from the grass, listened to frogs singing near the pond, and simply enjoyed the moment.
“Good night, Bibi,” Dara always whispered.
And Bibi, with his tiny voice and warm heart, always answered with a soft:
“Eee…”
Which meant everything.
