SokYaa, a clever and curious monkey, had become well-known among the local farmers. He wasn’t just any ordinary monkey; he was smart, daring, and always ready for adventure. But today, he was also very hungry. His stomach growled as he searched around the fields for something delicious to eat. The fruit trees nearby were bare, and there wasn’t a single banana in sight. That’s when SokYaa’s eyes caught the glimmer of something high above — coconuts.
The tall coconut trees stood like towers, each one loaded with big, juicy coconuts swaying gently in the wind. SokYaa’s eyes brightened with excitement. He knew coconuts were tricky to get — hard shells, tall trees, and sometimes even humans who tried to chase him away. But hunger gave him courage. With a little chirp of determination, he raced toward the nearest tree.
Climbing came naturally to him. His small hands and feet gripped the rough bark tightly as he made his way upward. The leaves whispered above him as if cheering him on. Soon, he reached the top and sat comfortably on a branch, eyeing the cluster of coconuts hanging just within reach. SokYaa tapped one, sniffed it, then gave it a little tug — but it didn’t move. He tried again, this time pulling with all his strength. Finally, with a loud thud, the coconut fell to the ground.
Excited, SokYaa quickly climbed down, his tail swaying behind him like a flag of victory. But when he reached the coconut, he faced his next challenge — how to open it. He rolled it around, bit it a few times, and even tried hitting it with a stick. No luck. The shell was too hard. SokYaa scratched his head, thinking hard. Then he remembered something he had seen before: the farmers sometimes cracked coconuts open by hitting them on rocks.
He looked around, spotted a flat stone, and dragged the coconut over. With a determined grunt, he lifted it and slammed it down. Thud. Nothing. He tried again — thud! — and this time, the shell cracked slightly. SokYaa’s eyes widened with delight. A few more hits, and the sweet coconut water began to drip out. He quickly bent down, licking the refreshing liquid as it trickled onto the stone.
At last, SokYaa feasted happily, scooping out bits of the white coconut meat with his fingers. His hunger melted away, replaced by pure satisfaction. The sun dipped lower in the sky, painting the farm in golden light. SokYaa sat back against the tree trunk, patting his full belly and watching the clouds drift lazily by.
For the clever little monkey, it wasn’t just a meal — it was a victory. He had conquered hunger with his quick mind and fearless spirit. And tomorrow, if hunger struck again, SokYaa knew exactly where to go.
