Monkey Baby Bon Bon was small even for a baby monkey—so small that when he curled up beside his mother, he fit perfectly under her arm like a warm, furry peanut. But what Bon Bon lacked in size, he more than made up for in curiosity. His eyes were enormous chocolate spirals that shimmered with mischief and wonder. Whenever he blinked, the world seemed to blink back with secrets.
Bon Bon lived with his troop deep in the Emerald Canopy, a rainforest so lush and packed with life that even the moss grew moss. Every day was a maze of chirps, squeaks, croaks, rustles, and mystery scents drifting through the heavy green air. Baby monkeys usually spent their days chasing butterflies or swinging from vines, but Bon Bon had a different obsession: colors.
Colors fascinated him to the core of his tiny monkey soul.
He liked to poke flowers just to watch their colors wiggle. He liked to smudge berry juice between his palms to see if red and purple would make a new color (they made a weird brown that was disappointing but smelled delicious). He even liked to stare at the sunset until his mother pulled his face away because “Baby monkeys shouldn’t burn their eyeballs, sweetie.”
Bon Bon didn’t have a name for what he loved. He just loved it. But one day, that changed.
