Once upon a time, in a lush green jungle, there was a small, poor monkey named Tiko. Tiko was not like the other monkeys who had shiny fur and plenty of fruit to eat. He often looked tired and weak because he didn’t have enough food and sometimes got hurt while trying to find his own meal.
One day, Tiko was wandering through the jungle, searching for something to eat. His tiny stomach growled loudly, reminding him that he needed to find food quickly. As he climbed a tall tree, he slipped and scraped his arm on a sharp branch. Blood trickled down his fur, and he looked very hurt and sad.
Feeling tired and a little scared, Tiko sat on a branch, looking down at the ground below. The jungle around him was full of sounds—birds singing, leaves rustling, and distant animal calls—but Tiko felt lonely. Despite his rough day, he didn’t give up. He knew he had to find help or somehow get better.
Just then, a kind old parrot named Polly noticed the tiny, hurt monkey. Polly had seen many animals in the jungle and understood that Tiko needed help. She swooped down and gently landed beside him. “Hello, little one,” Polly chirped softly. “You look hurt and tired. Come with me, I’ll help you.”
Tiko looked up with tired eyes and nodded. With Polly’s help, he carefully climbed onto her back. Polly flew him to a quiet part of the jungle where soft moss and leaves made a cozy bed. She called out to her friends—other birds, a caring elephant, and a gentle deer—asking for help.
Soon, animals gathered around Tiko. The elephant gently wrapped his trunk around Tiko and used some clean water from a nearby stream to wash his small wound. The deer brought tender leaves for Tiko to nibble on, giving him strength. The animals all worked together, sharing what little they had to make Tiko feel better.
Over the next few days, Tiko’s hurt healed, and he grew stronger. The jungle animals became his friends, and he learned that even if he was poor and looked hurt, kindness and friendship could make him feel rich in love.
From that day on, Tiko was never alone. He knew that no matter how tough life seemed, there were friends in the jungle who cared for him. And though he still had to find food and stay safe, he did so with hope in his heart, knowing he was surrounded by kindness.
And so, the little poor monkey who once looked hurt and sad found happiness in friendship and the warmth of his jungle family.
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