In the heart of a dense jungle, nestled among the swinging vines and towering trees, lived two mischievous monkeys—Polly and her little sister, Bella. Polly was the older one, always brimming with wild energy and endless curiosity. Bella, the younger and more cautious of the two, often found herself caught in Polly’s chaotic adventures.
One sunny afternoon, the jungle echoed with chattering as Polly decided she wanted to see if Bella’s head could “twist like a coconut.” With a giggle and a determined sparkle in her eye, Polly leapt from a low-hanging branch and landed beside Bella, who was peacefully munching on a banana.
“Hold still!” Polly demanded, grabbing Bella’s head gently but firmly.
“Polly! What are you doing?!” Bella shrieked, her tail flailing as she tried to squirm away.
“I’m just checking something important,” Polly insisted with a grin, tugging ever so slightly.
Bella yelped, flailing her tiny arms. “My head is not a puzzle piece, Polly!”
Their mother, hearing the chaos, swung down swiftly from a nearby tree. “Polly!” she scolded, arms crossed. “What did we say about personal space?”
Polly scratched her head, mumbling, “No pulling heads, even if it’s for science…”
Bella stuck out her tongue, still clutching her banana. “Told you!”
From that day forward, Polly decided to explore the jungle’s mysteries without using her sister’s head as an experiment. But every now and then, Bella would catch Polly eyeing her with that same spark of curiosity and quickly scamper away, banana in hand.
After all, in the jungle of sisterhood, survival often meant knowing when to run—and when to duck a surprise head grab.
