Little Tinky, the smallest monkey in the entire troop, was famous for one thing: he could copy anyone. But the one he loved copying the most was his big brother Rojo—strong, confident, stylish Rojo, the monkey who always walked like he was on a fashion runway. Wherever Rojo went, Tinky followed, and whatever Rojo did, Tinky tried to do too, even if his tiny body made everything look a thousand times funnier.
Every morning, Rojo would stretch his long arms and puff out his chest, showing off his “leader style.” And right behind him, a little fluffy body would copy the pose. Tinky’s tiny chest puffed up so hard that he once fell backward, rolling in the leaves like a tiny bouncing ball. The troop burst into laughter, and Rojo, trying to act serious, couldn’t stop himself from smiling proudly. After all, having a fan—even a small, silly one—felt pretty good.
Rojo loved to swing confidently from branch to branch, making big jumps that showed his strength. And of course, Tinky tried to copy that too. Sometimes he made it, sometimes he missed completely and landed on his belly. But even when he failed, he popped right back up with a cheeky grin, as if saying, “Don’t worry! I meant to do that!”
The funniest part was when Rojo groomed his fur. Rojo had a certain style—slow, cool, like he was brushing his hair for a photoshoot. Tinky sat right beside him, picking at his own fur with dramatic seriousness, copying every tiny movement. But because he was so small, his gestures looked more like a baby trying to perform magic tricks. Every monkey who watched couldn’t help giggling. Tinky didn’t mind. In fact, he loved making everyone laugh.
One day, Rojo found a long leaf on the ground and tucked it behind his ear like a jungle fashion accessory. He looked so proud walking around with it. Tinky, determined not to be left behind, searched the entire area until he found a leaf too. But his leaf was bigger than he was. When he tried tucking it behind his ear, it covered half his face and made him look like a walking salad. The troop roared with laughter, and Rojo gently helped him fold the leaf so it fit.
Despite all the silliness, Tinky’s admiration for Rojo came from pure love. Rojo wasn’t just his big brother—he was his hero. He taught Tinky how to climb safely, how to find fruit, and how to stay alert when danger was near. And Tinky, in return, brought joy and brightness to Rojo’s every day. Their bond was special, one that made even the quietest monkeys smile.
Their favorite moment came every evening. Rojo would sit tall, watching the sunset with calm dignity. Tinky would sit right beside him, copying the pose with the same intention. But because he was so tiny, he looked like a little toy monkey imitating a giant. Rojo would place a hand gently on Tinky’s head, as if saying, “Good job, little bro.”
In that moment, even the loudest monkeys stayed silent, watching the beautiful scene—a big brother and his tiny admirer, sharing peace, laughter, and love.
And like always, Tinky ended the day copying Rojo’s style one more time, because being like his big brother was the greatest dream he had.
