Baby Monkey Jobi was known in the jungle for his endless curiosity and mischievous nature. Every day brought a new adventure, but none were as unexpected—or as funny—as the morning Dad tried to give him a bath.
It all started when the sun peeked through the treetops, casting warm light onto the Monkey family’s treehouse. Jobi, already wide awake, was swinging from branch to branch, practicing his jumps and chattering excitedly. Dad Monkey watched him with a knowing smile. Jobi was having too much fun, which usually meant one thing: he was trying to avoid something.
“Jobi,” Dad called gently, “it’s bath time!”
Jobi froze mid-swing. Bath time? Now? Just when he was perfecting his best jungle swing? He landed softly on a branch, his tiny face scrunched into a dramatic frown. He puffed his fur, trying to look bigger and braver, but inside he was already planning his escape.
Dad reached for a wooden bucket filled with warm water and sweet-smelling leaves. But before he could say another word, Jobi let out a tiny squeal and leapt away like a furry rocket.
“Jobi! Come back!” Dad laughed, though he wasn’t surprised.
Jobi scampered across branches, zipped through vines, and even hid behind a snoozing parrot. He giggled to himself, thinking he outsmarted everyone. But the jungle was full of eyes—and gossip traveled fast.
The parrots squawked, “Jobi’s running from bath time again!”
The elephants trumpeted, “Someone needs a scrub!”
Even the butterflies fluttered around him playfully, as if trying to guide him back home.
Finally, Jobi crouched behind a tall bush, feeling proud of his great escape. But as he peeked out, he saw Dad Monkey calmly walking toward him—not angry, just patient, holding the little bucket with a smile.
“Jobi,” Dad said softly, “baths aren’t scary. They’re fun. And afterward, you get your favorite banana snack.”
Banana snack?
Jobi’s ears perked up. Slowly, he inched forward, eyes shining with curiosity more than fear. Dad gently lifted him, careful not to startle him. As Jobi settled into the warm water, he realized it wasn’t bad at all. The leaves tickled, the bubbles popped around him, and Dad hummed a cheerful tune.
By the time the bath was done, Jobi smelled fresh and felt lighter. And true enough, Dad handed him a big, sweet banana.
From that day on, whenever Dad called, “Bath time!” Jobi didn’t run away—well, not every time. But he always remembered the warm water, the gentle bubbles, and the reward waiting afterward
