Moty and the Mango Tree Adventure

The Tale of Moty and the Mango Tree

BY: Khan

Moty Ali, the monkey, lived on a mango tree with his little troop. Moty was brave and wise, though a bit forgetful at times. All the monkeys in the troop respected him, and everyone followed his advice. But recently, the entire troop had grown worried. Their beloved mango tree was drying up. It no longer bore fruit, and its leaves were falling. Living on the tree had become difficult.

The jungle had many other lush, green trees where the monkeys could live, and they had suggested moving several times. But Moty refused to leave. He loved that tree dearly. It had been their home for generations—his grandfather had told him stories of how the troop had lived on that very tree for decades. The mangoes were sweet, and the tree provided generous shade during hot days. To Moty, it was more than just a tree; it was a part of his family and history.

Among the troop was Panko, a clever but mischievous young monkey. Moty loved Panko very much. Everyone knew that one day, Panko would become the troop’s new leader. Seeing the trouble the troop was in, some monkeys approached Panko.

“Panko, you should convince Moty,” they said. “It’s foolish to stay on this tree. There are no fruits, and it no longer protects us from the sun or the rain.”

Panko nodded thoughtfully. “I agree. We should move. I’ve tried talking to Moty many times, but he loves this tree too much. Even thinking about leaving makes him sad.”

“But how long can this go on?” the monkeys asked, worried. “Being sad won’t solve anything. With clever thinking, every problem can be solved.”

Panko encouraged them. “You’re all smart. One of you can come up with a solution. Don’t worry, I’ll think of something.”

The next day, Panko approached Moty, pretending to cry.

“What’s wrong? Why are you crying?” Moty asked.

“Today, I made a big mistake,” Panko sobbed. “I went to the mango orchard by the river to eat mangoes.”

Moty scolded him, “Silly! How many times have I told you not to go there? The orchard keeper has big sticks!”

“Exactly, Baba. The keeper saw me and hit my hand with a stick. I think it’s broken,” Panko said dramatically.

Moty examined Panko’s hand. “It’s not broken, just a small bruise. A bandage will fix it.” He quickly tied a bandage around Panko’s hand.

Two days later, Panko came bouncing back to Moty, wearing the bandage around his neck instead of his hand.

“My hand is fine, Baba! No more pain,” Panko exclaimed happily.

Moty laughed. “Why are you wearing the bandage around your neck?”

“This bandage healed my hand. I like it, so I’ll keep it with me always,” Panko said.

“Learn to use your mind, Panko. One day, you will lead this troop. You can’t make foolish decisions like this and expect others to respect you,” Moty advised gently.

“But Baba, you love this dry tree too. It doesn’t give fruit or grow new leaves, yet you won’t leave it. I just want to do the same,” Panko insisted.

Moty paused. He realized Panko was right. His attachment to the tree had blinded him. Staying on the dying tree was selfish. The troop needed a better home.

“Panko, you’re truly wise. You’ve helped me see my mistake. Today, we will leave this tree and move to another,” Moty said.

“I’ll throw this bandage away too!” Panko said excitedly, celebrating. Then he added, “Baba, will you be angry if I tell you something?”

“Speak, what is it?” Moty asked.

“My hand wasn’t hurt at all. I didn’t go to the mango orchard. It was all an act,” Panko confessed, grinning.

Moty chuckled heartily. “Panko, you are a mischievous little monkey!”

The troop laughed together, leaving the dry mango tree behind. They were happy, finally free from their worries. And Panko? He was the happiest of all. With his clever thinking, he had saved the troop from trouble and helped Moty make the right choice.

From that day on, the troop settled on a new tree, full of fresh leaves and sweet fruits. And Moty and Panko’s bond grew even stronger.