The Monkey and the Man

A long time ago, in a quiet village near a big forest, lived a friendly monkey named Kiki. Kiki was different from the other monkeys. While most monkeys stayed in the forest and were afraid of people, Kiki loved humans. He liked watching them talk, play, cook, and work. He found their world interesting and fun.

Every day, Kiki would come to the edge of the village. The children would run to him, laugh, and give him fruits. He would do funny tricks, like flipping or dancing, and everyone would clap. Even the older people enjoyed watching him. They called him “Little Brother Kiki” and treated him like a part of their village.

But not everyone liked Kiki.

There was one man named Ragu. He was angry most of the time. He shouted at people, never smiled, and didn’t like animals—especially Kiki. Whenever Kiki came near, Ragu would throw stones or chase him away with a stick. Kiki, who was brave and friendly, became scared of only one person—Ragu.

Whenever Kiki saw Ragu, he would quickly run up a tree or hide behind a house. The other villagers told Ragu to stop.

“He is just a harmless monkey,” they said.

But Ragu always replied, “He doesn’t belong here. He’s a nuisance.”

Even with Ragu being mean, Kiki still came to the village. He loved the people too much to stay away forever.

One hot summer day, Ragu went into the forest to cut wood. While chopping a log, he slipped and fell into a small ditch. He hurt his leg badly and couldn’t get up. He called for help, but no one was nearby.

But someone heard him—Kiki.

The little monkey had been picking mangoes in a tree when he heard the cry. He recognized the voice. It was Ragu. At first, Kiki was afraid. He remembered all the times Ragu had hit him. But then he looked toward the sound again and saw Ragu lying on the ground, hurt and alone.

Even though he was scared, Kiki climbed down and went closer. He saw that Ragu was in pain and couldn’t move. Ragu looked at him and said weakly, “Go away, monkey. I don’t need you.”

But Kiki didn’t go away. He climbed a tree, picked some fruits, and dropped them near Ragu. Then he ran off into the forest.

Ragu was surprised. He was too tired to say anything, but he ate the fruit. It gave him some energy.

An hour later, Kiki came back—not alone this time. He had found a child in the village and pulled his sleeve, then ran toward the forest. The curious child followed. Soon, a group of villagers came with him, and they found Ragu still stuck in the ditch.

With their help, Ragu was rescued and taken home.

That night, as Ragu lay in bed with his leg bandaged, he thought about what had happened. The monkey he always chased away had helped save his life. Kiki could have run, but he didn’t. He showed kindness, not anger.

The next morning, Ragu slowly walked with a stick to the village square. Kiki was sitting under a tree, surrounded by laughing children.

When Kiki saw Ragu, he got scared and stood up, ready to run.

But Ragu didn’t shout or throw anything. He stopped, looked at Kiki, and said, “I’m sorry, Kiki. I was wrong.”

Everyone was quiet. Kiki looked at him. Slowly, he walked over, climbed up Ragu’s arm, and gently touched his head.

From that day on, Ragu changed. He smiled more, helped others, and became kind. Every morning, he saved a sweet banana just for Kiki.

And Kiki? He kept coming to the village, but now, he wasn’t afraid of anyone—not even Ragu.

They became the best friends, and the villagers always smiled when they saw them together.