Monkey Baby Bon Bon was the smallest monkey in the whole rainforest, but he had the biggest curiosity. Every morning, while the older monkeys napped and the younger ones played games, Bon Bon climbed to the top of the tallest fig tree and scanned the entire jungle. He dreamed of adventure—of secret caves, lost treasures, and mysteries waiting to be discovered.
One bright morning, as golden light spilled between the leaves, Bon Bon overheard two toucans whispering excitedly.
“They say there’s gold hidden near the River of Teeth,” one said.
“River of Teeth…?” Bon Bon muttered. Then his eyes went wide—the River of Teeth was home to the legendary Giant Crocodile, the fiercest creature in the rainforest.
Most monkeys would have forgotten about the conversation out of fear. But Baby Bon Bon was not like most monkeys. The thought of hidden gold sparkled brighter in his imagination than the danger lurking in the river. So he packed a tiny leaf pouch with bananas, tied a vine around his waist like a belt, and set off on his daring journey.
The deeper he went into the rainforest, the quieter it became. Fluttering wings gave way to croaking frogs, and soon even they fell silent. Bon Bon crossed a fallen log, hopped over mushrooms as tall as his head, and pushed through thick creepers until he heard it—the slow, heavy rush of water. He had reached the River of Teeth.
The river was wide and dark, almost black, and its surface barely moved. Bon Bon shivered. Hidden somewhere beneath that stillness was the Giant Crocodile, waiting.
He tiptoed along the riverbank until he spotted something glimmering at the edge of the water. His heart skipped. Gold. A small chest, half-buried in mud, its lid slightly open. Bon Bon hurried toward it—only to freeze as a massive shadow glided beneath the water.
A low rumble shook the air. The Giant Crocodile rose slowly, jaws opening with a hiss that sent ripples across the river.
“So,” the crocodile growled, “another foolish treasure hunter.”
Bon Bon trembled, but he stood tall. “I’m not foolish. I’m brave. And I only want one piece of gold, not all of it.”
The crocodile blinked, surprised. Most animals ran. None ever talked back.
“You are small,” the crocodile said, “and small ones are usually wise enough to stay away. Why risk your life for gold?”
Bon Bon swallowed. “Not for gold. For a dream. For a story I can tell.”
The crocodile closed his jaws, but instead of snapping, he chuckled—a deep, rumbling sound like rolling stones.
“A story? That I understand. Take your piece of gold, little monkey. But remember: the greatest treasure is courage.”
Bon Bon nodded, plucked a single golden coin from the chest, and backed away slowly. When he returned to his jungle home, the monkeys gathered around him, wide-eyed. He held up the shining coin, but it wasn’t the gold that amazed them—it was the story.
And from that day on, Monkey Baby Bon Bon wasn’t just the smallest monkey.
He was the bravest adventurer in the rainforest.Attach
