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The Monkeys and the Banana Tree (Storybook)

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There was a lot of noise in the chimpanzee family. Five little monkeys were screeching around the house, jumping on each other and on the furniture. They held on to the chandelier with their clever tails and swung on it, then threw themselves off with a great swing. They pushed each other, laughing, screaming, enjoying the mischief.

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Mama Monkey soon got fed up with the mess.

- "Irgum-burgum, banana batyum, be quiet, it's scandallum!" she blurted out angrily, but all the little monkeys understood was that their mother was talking about some kind of banana. They stopped giggling and gathered around her and began to plead.

- Mama! Mama! We are hungry! Bring us bananas, please!

- Bananas! When are you so bad-boned all day? "You give me a headache!" their mother was annoyed, but the monkeys begged her so nicely, so kindly, promised her grass and food, that she softened, her heart fell for them and she went into the forest, to the edge of the forest, to look for the only tree in the area that had bananas.

When she found him, she called him:

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- Dear Banana Tree! Give me some of your fruit, so I can take some for my sons!

And the tree just gave him five bananas.

Mama monkey took them home, but the little monkeys, instead of being happy and grateful to receive them, started to grimace.

- But these bananas are quite brown! They're stained, they're ugly! We're not eating this!

So their mum went back to the tree and asked nicely again:

- Dear Banana Tree! Give me some of your fruit that is not too ripe, so that I may take some for my sons.

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And the tree gave him five more beautiful bananas.

But the little monkeys grimaced again when they saw him.

- But these bananas are unripe, not sweet! We're not eating this!

Mama Monkey went back to the tree again and asked nicely again:

- Dear Banana Tree! Give me some of your fruit that is not too ripe, but not too unripe, so that I may take some for my sons.

The tree gave him five beautiful, not too ripe, not too unripe bananas.

But again, the little monkeys were disgruntled.

- These bananas are curvy, not pretty! We're not eating this!

- Well, you'll starve! - their mother said angrily, and never returned to the banana tree, despite her sons' pleas.

But now the monkeys were getting really hungry. When they saw that their mum was not getting any better, they had a change of heart and went to the tree themselves.

All five of them climbed up to pick the most beautiful bananas, which were neither ripe nor unripe, nor even curved, but flawless and straight.

But, just as they were about to start sorting, the banana tree shook and the little chimpanzees clung to it with their hands and tails, but they fell off. When they struggled to get up, they were all aching, but they did not hit their heads so hard that they did not immediately remember that they had forgotten to ask the tree. So they tried to speak to it nicely.

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- Dear Banana Tree! Give us some of your fruit that is not too ripe, but not too unripe and not too crooked, but flawless and beautiful!

- I'll give, of course I will, but I'm very thirsty, it hasn't rained on me for so long. Bring me some water and I'll give you a nice banana! - The tree replied.

The monkeys ran to the river, formed a bowl from a large leaf and carried the water, sprinkling it on the dry ground.

- Yay! This water is too cold! My roots are getting cold. Bring me some warmer water!
The little monkeys took another dip in the river, put the water out in the hot sun, and when they felt it was warm enough, they watered the tree again.

- Yay! It's too hot! Bring some other water that's neither cold nor hot, just lukewarm, like a morning shower.

But by then the little monkeys had had enough.

- How delicate you are, Banana Tree! Is it not enough that we brought you water? If you were thirsty, you'd drink what you're given.

- What is true is true. He who is thirsty, drinks; he who is hungry, eats. "But the one who always wants something better is left in the lurch," the tree replied.

The little monkeys understood the lesson, apologised for not being satisfied with the fruit she gave their mother.

The tree softened and gave them a single banana. It was neither very ripe nor unripe, but it was certainly not crooked. It was a beautiful fruit, so beautiful that the little monkeys decided not to eat it, but to take it home to their mother.

- Sorry, sweet Mama!" they told her when they handed her over.

And Mama Monkey was not angry. She stroked the naughty boys' bushes and took a fragrantly steaming cake from the oven. A banana bread. She baked it from the bananas the little monkeys refused to eat.

- It can be brown, it can be curvy, it will be just right in the cake! - she said with a smile.

And the monkeys, with their stomachs full of food, devoured the delicacy.

If they hadn't lied to me, my story would have lasted longer.

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