It was a quiet, sunny morning in the jungle village when Monkey Lyly stepped outside her cozy treehouse with a basket of bananas. She hummed her favorite tune, expecting to enjoy a peaceful breakfast on her porch. But as she turned the corner, her cheerful hum turned into a startled gasp.
There, right in front of her house, stood a massive python, its scaly body coiled ominously and eyes fixed straight ahead.
Lyly’s heart leapt into her throat. She froze for a second, gripping her banana basket tight, then bolted back into her house, slamming the wooden door shut with a loud thud. Her tiny hands trembled as she locked every latch she had. She even dragged a stool in front of the door — as if that would help.
Through a crack in the curtain, she peeked outside. The python hadn’t moved much, just lay there like it owned the place. “Why my house? Of all the trees in the jungle!” she whispered.
Lyly grabbed her coconut shell phone and dialed her best friend, Parrot Pico. “There’s a huge snake outside! Right at my door! What do I do?”
Pico squawked in surprise. “Stay inside! I’ll get help!”
Minutes felt like hours. Lyly paced nervously, ears twitching at every sound. Suddenly, she heard wings flapping. Pico had arrived with Elephant Ella and Mongoose Max, the local expert in dealing with snakes.
With gentle steps and practiced moves, Max approached the python, which turned out to be more sleepy than aggressive. Max calmly encouraged it to slither away from the house and back into the jungle where it belonged.
When it was finally safe, Lyly opened the door slowly, still holding her breath. “Is it gone?” she asked.
“It’s gone,” Max said with a grin. “Looks like it just wanted some sun.”
Lyly laughed nervously. “Next time, I’m building a snake detector!”
And with that, she sat down with her bananas, grateful for her friends — and for doors that close tight.
