Jungle's Tale

Long long time ago, before the invasion of human civilization, there was a beautiful story in the jungle that nobody knew. A story of a monkey and a crow....

In the middle of the jungle, there was a fruitful, enormous tree where the monkey and the crow stayed. They were best friends since the day they could hardly remember. They worked together, shared everything with each other and played together. They were so closed till one day, the monkey suggested to become bloodbrother. The crow was very pleased, and they declared themselves as bloodbrothers on the top of the big tree instantly.

One day, they decided to build a tree house so that they could spend more time together. At the same time, they would plucked the fruits from the tree and stored in the tree house so that both of them could eat together in the night. In order to prevent unnecessary quarrel, both of them made an agreement saying that each of them owned half of the tree house property and the amount of fruits that they plucked. From that moment onwards, everything went perfectly fine.

As days went by, the monkey and the crow grew old and passed away. Both of them had 3 children and everyone was mourning at the tree house since the day they died. After the funeral, the crows decided to move out from the tree house because they preferred to hunt for worms and rotten meat, not fruits anymore. The monkeys had no choice but to wish their cousins best of luck as they flew away. The monkeys continued staying at the tree house and plucked the fruits for survival.

Few days later, the two younger monkeys also decided to leave the tree house. They felt the world outside the tree house, the other part of the forest, had more promising future. What’s left behind in the tree house, was just the eldest monkey, alone.

Then the winter came. The eldest monkey was glad that he had harbored enough fruits to sustain him for the rest of winter. While he was warming himself inside the tree house in one night, suddenly somebody knocked on the house door. Oh, the crow cousins came to visit, what a pleasant surprise! The monkey quickly invited them in and served them the fruits that he plucked in the autumn.

As the night became real dark, the crows decided to make their way out. Before they stepped out of the door, they suddenly requested for half of the fruits that the monkey collected. Oh, that really caught the monkey off-guard and didn’t know how to react. The crows said according to the agreement that their fathers made, the crows had the right to own half of the fruits in the tree house. They even said they were lenient enough to let the monkey lived inside the tree house as they also owned half of the tree house. Partially stunned monkey just let them took away half of the fruits that he had been collected with tears and sweats.

Since that day, the crow cousins’ visit became more frequent. Of course, the visit wouldn’t be complete without snatching away half of the fruits that the eldest monkey harbored. The monkey didn’t dare to fight back because he respected the agreement that the previous generation had made, and he didn’t want to lose his cousins. And the most important thing was, he wanted to preserve the wonderful heritage of the monkey and the crow had built based on their friendship.

Things never changed until one day, the eldest monkey put up his gut and gathered the crows at the tree house. The monkey said, “since you all have no intention of staying here and plucking fruits, let’s demolish the tree house and take whatever that belongs to us”. The crows remained silent for a minute, and said, “give us 1 minute”.

The crows retreated to outside of the tree house and discussed. The middle crow said, “we cannot agree with the monkey, because we can’t have free fruits every month once the tree house is gone”. Then the eldest crow asked, “but we already enjoying ourselves with rotten meat since we left, maybe we can just leave the monkey alone...”. The middle crow squeaked before the eldest completed his sentence, “hey brother, it’s free, the monkey worked and we can lay back and collect the benefit, isn’t nice? I really glad daddy made that damn agreement, hehehehe.....” Finally , the other two crows nodded their head and went into the tree house again.

The middle crow shed his crocodile tears and said, “hey monkey cousin, this is the house where everything began, both our father and our childhood, it’s so wonderful and we really don’t have the heart to crush it into pieces”. The monkey tried to tell them it’s unfair if they kept on ripping off his hard-labored fruits but the crows just ignored.

In the end, the monkey still working hard, but not for his own but also for his evil, selfish, ignoble, mean, so-called cousins.