Every night when the world falls asleep, something peculiar happens in the quiet town of Willow Grove. Deep in the heart of the jungle zoo, Pupu the monkey, who barely utters a sound by day, becomes the chattiest creature in the realm of dreams.
In these dreams—so vivid and strange—Pupu walks upright, wears a tiny vest, and speaks in rhymes. He rambles endlessly about banana politics, sky-flying turtles, and invisible jungle jazz bands. Sometimes, he lectures sleepy owls on the meaning of time or argues with clouds about proper rain etiquette. And the weirdest part? Everyone in the dreams understands him perfectly.
It all began when little Lucy, the zookeeper’s daughter, dozed off near Pupu’s enclosure with her sketchbook in hand. That night, she dreamt Pupu was holding a press conference for the moon. He pointed at stars, quoted ancient banana prophecies, and answered questions with riddles only dreamers could solve. When Lucy woke up, she found a page in her sketchbook filled with doodles and scribbles she didn’t remember drawing—except one clear line that read, “Pupu knows the truth of jellybean skies.”
Night after night, more children reported seeing Pupu in their dreams. He sang lullabies in gibberish that somehow made sense. He warned them to always wear mismatched socks to confuse bad luck. He gave pep talks to sad dreamers and performed stand-up comedy for snoring squirrels. His words—nonsense to the waking world—carried meaning only dream-hearts could hear.
Some say Pupu is a magical monkey. Others believe children just have wild imaginations. But Lucy knows better. She now leaves a notebook by her bed to record everything Pupu says. She’s collecting his strange wisdom, page by page, dream by dream.
And if you ever dream of a monkey in a vest who won’t stop talking about pancake weather and rainbow shoes, don’t worry. That’s just Pupu—chatting his way through another strange and wonderful dream.
