Monkey Baby Bon Bon had always been the smallest and most curious of all the young monkeys in the Great Banyan Forest. Though tiny, he had a heart as brave as a tiger’s roar and a spirit that shimmered with mischief. Every morning, he leapt from branch to branch, searching for treasures, adventures, and sometimes trouble. But nothing he had ever faced compared to the day he encountered the Witch of the Withered Woods and her terrible Red Apple Curse.
The story began on a misty dawn when Bon Bon discovered a glowing red apple resting in a patch of silver leaves. It glimmered like a ruby under the morning sun, and its sweet scent wrapped around him like a spell. Bon Bon, being curious, reached toward it—only to remember the old legends told by the elders: Beware the Red Apple. It belongs to the Witch who steals the hearts of the fearless.
But curiosity tugged at him harder than fear. Just as his little fingers brushed the apple’s skin, the forests darkened. A cold wind howled. From the shadows rose the Witch, her crooked silhouette bending like a twisted root.
“So, you’ve found my apple, little monkey,” she whispered, her voice dripping like poison. “Touch it, and you shall belong to me forever.”
Bon Bon jumped back, fur standing like needles. “I don’t want anything to do with your apple!” he squeaked. But the Witch only laughed, lifting her gnarled staff.
With a crack of magic, the red apple burst into a cloud of scarlet mist that twirled around Bon Bon, tightening like a vine of smoke. The curse seeped into his veins, making his tiny body tremble. His eyes glowed red for a moment, and he felt a strange force pulling him toward the witch.
“No! I won’t be yours!” he shouted, struggling against the spell.
The forest, hearing Bon Bon’s cry, awakened. The Banyan’s roots trembled, and the leaves whispered ancient warnings. From the treetops came his friends—Luna the lemur, Tiko the toucan, and Rafi the red panda. Together, they formed a circle around Bon Bon, refusing to let the witch steal him.
Luna leaped forward. “If it’s the apple’s curse you want, then we’ll break it!”
Rafi nodded bravely. “Friendship is stronger than your magic!”
The Witch snarled. “Foolish creatures!”
Magic struck in sparks and shadows. The forest shook as the friends battled her spells. Tiko flapped his wings, creating gusts that scattered the witch’s dark mist. Luna danced swiftly, distracting her. Rafi’s sturdy paws slammed the ground, calling the forest’s strength to their side.
At last, Bon Bon, gathering every ounce of courage, grabbed the cursed apple and held it high. “This ends now!”
He smashed it against a stone. The apple shattered—bursting into harmless crimson petals. The curse lifted instantly, like fog melting beneath the sun.
The Witch shrieked, defeated. Her power broke, and she vanished into the shadows from which she came.
The forest brightened once more.
Bon Bon, exhausted but victorious, smiled at his friends. “Thank you… for fighting with me.”
And from that day on, the Great Banyan Forest lived peacefully—its bravest little monkey forever remembered as the one who broke the Curse of the Red Apple.Attach
