In the deep green forest, where sunlight slipped gently through the tall trees, a little monkey was learning how to be strong. He was small, with soft brown fur and bright, curious eyes, but his heart was braver than his tiny body. Every morning, he practiced climbing higher branches and carrying small fruits in his arms. Though he sometimes slipped and fell onto the soft leaves below, he never gave up.
“Struggle hard, little monkey,” his mother would say kindly. “If you are strong, you will know how to carry what you need.”
The little monkey listened carefully. He wanted to help his family, especially his two older brothers. They were playful and full of energy, but lately, food had been scarce in their part of the forest. The dry season had made many trees bare, and the river was shrinking day by day.
One afternoon, the two brothers came hurrying toward him. “We are hungry,” they said. “Mother has gone far to search for food. We need milk and fruit.”
The little monkey felt nervous, but he remembered his mother’s words. He climbed the tallest tree nearby where wild coconuts grew. His arms trembled as he reached out, gripping the heavy fruit. It was bigger than his head, and carrying it down was not easy. Step by step, claw by claw, he lowered himself carefully.
When he reached the ground, he dragged the coconut toward his brothers. With a sharp stone, they cracked it open, and sweet milk spilled out. The two brothers drank happily, smiling with relief.
“You are strong,” they told him proudly. “You know how to carry.”
The little monkey felt warm inside. He was still small, but he had learned something important: strength does not come from size alone. It comes from courage, effort, and love for family.
As the sun began to set, their mother returned and saw her three sons together. She smiled when she heard what had happened. The little monkey had struggled hard—and he had become stronger than ever before.
