In the heart of the jungle, where the trees swayed with the wind and birds chirped merrily, a curious little monkey named Momo was swinging from vine to vine, full of energy and joy. He was known throughout the forest for his mischief and bravery. One sunny afternoon, as Momo chased a colorful butterfly near the riverbank, he didn’t realize he had wandered into a soft, muddy patch of ground. With one quick step, SPLAT!—he sank knee-deep into the thick, sticky mud.
Momo tried to pull himself out, but the more he moved, the deeper he sank. The mud gripped his legs like glue, and panic began to rise in his chest.
“Help! Please! Somebody, help!” Momo cried, waving his little arms as much as he could. His voice echoed through the trees.
High above, a toucan heard the cries and flew over. “Momo? What happened?”
“I’m stuck in the mud!” Momo yelled. “Please, help me!”
The toucan squawked and called for others. Soon, an elephant, a crocodile, and a group of monkeys arrived. The elephant stretched out her long trunk, and with a mighty heave, she pulled Momo free from the mud. Momo landed on the grass, muddy but safe.
“Thank you! Thank you all so much!” Momo said, hugging each of his friends.
From that day on, Momo was more careful where he wandered. He also learned an important lesson: even the bravest monkey sometimes needs help—and it’s okay to ask for it.
And so, the jungle returned to its peaceful rhythm, with Momo swinging through the trees once again, always grateful for the friends who heard his cry: “Help, please!”
