Monkey Lyly was the most curious and mischievous little monkey in the sanctuary. With bright eyes and endless energy, she loved exploring everything—especially the fruit trees. Her favorite, by far, was the jackfruit tree, with its giant, spiky fruits and sweet smell.
One warm afternoon, Lyly spotted a perfectly ripe jackfruit hanging low from a branch. She scrambled up with ease, chattering with excitement. As she tugged at the fruit, eager to take a bite, a thick stream of sticky white sap oozed from the stem—and right into her fur.
At first, Lyly didn’t notice. But within seconds, she felt something strange. Her head fur clumped together, and no matter how she scratched or rubbed it, the sticky mess only got worse. Confused, she looked at her hands, now covered in goo, and let out a puzzled squeak. She tried shaking it off, rolling on the ground, and even swinging wildly through the trees—but nothing worked.
The other monkeys watched in amusement. Some came closer to sniff her fur, others pointed and chirped, as if laughing. Poor Lyly sat in the dirt, wide-eyed and frustrated, not understanding what had happened.
That’s when a caretaker named Lina noticed the commotion. She gently scooped Lyly into her arms and inspected the situation. “Oh Lyly, you found the jackfruit again, didn’t you?” she chuckled.
Back at the enclosure, Lina used warm water, coconut oil, and a soft cloth to clean Lyly’s fur. It took time and patience, but eventually, the sap was gone. Lyly sat still, strangely calm, as if realizing that sometimes even little monkeys need help.
Once cleaned up, she hugged Lina tightly before bouncing off to play again—this time steering clear of the jackfruit tree… for now.
Lyly’s jackfruit mishap became a favorite story among the sanctuary staff. It was a funny, sweet reminder that curiosity, while sometimes messy, is just part of being a monkey.
