Hello folks, Monkey here. Now before Jana starts spinning yarns about what a trickster of a feller I am, I just want to let you know.

I'm not as bad as she makes out.

There are animals in this very jungle, my home.

I would love to have me for their Christmas dinner.

So if I play a little joke on them now and then, that's only fair, isn't it?

Anyway, don't worry, because they can't catch me!

Well, we'll see heh heh heh!

Well, we'll see about that monkey.

On with the story.

Christmas in the jungle.

One fine day, late in the jungle.

One fine day, late in the year, monkey sat perched in a tree,

his eyes peeking over a towering fence

into the man's garden. This garden was a feast for any monkey brimming with

fruits, nuts, vegetables and flowers. The fence was touted as monkeyproof. Of course it was no match for our smart friend.

Today, something extraordinary caught monkey's eye.

There stood a tree unlike any other he had seen a green, a green, pointy

triangle shaped wonder. Its branches bore the most marvelous fruits of many colours, most of them shimmering in the sunlight.

I wonder if those fruits taste as good as they sparkle, mused monkey.

With a swift swing on a long branch and a daring leap, he found himself inside the

garden. The peculiar tree wasn't the easiest to climb, but

monkey, determined as ever, managed to grasp a lower branch. He reached up, plucking the oddly shaped fruits which were

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