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Today I am sharing this blog of Monkey Story  with all of you, which is quite valuable for every child. These moral stories will help a lot in understanding the society of children, so that they can become a good person. If you like this story, then do share it with other people.



*. Monkey Story - 


Once up a time there were three monkeys. Daddy monkey, Mummy monkey and Baby monkey. They lived in a tree on the plains in Africa.

 There was not much to do in their tree, they were bored.

“I’m bored" said Baby monkey.

“Let’s go shopping," said Mummy monkey.

“Don’t be stupid," said Daddy monkey, “we’ve not got any cash."

“We don’t need cash," replied Mummy monkey. “We’re monkeys."

“Now that is a good point," said Daddy monkey.

“So how do we get into town?" asked Baby monkey.

“Get the bus of course. How else. We can’t drive a car," replied dad.

“A number 44, should be along fairly soon," said Mummy monkey. “We could get that. It goes right into the center of the city."

The monkeys wandered over to the bus top avoiding the lions who were looking very hungry that morning and waited for a bus.

Soon enough a number 44 came along and they jumped on.

“Fairs please," said the driver.

The monkeys just ignored the driver as they didn’t have the correct change, because they didn’t have pockets because they were monkeys.

Have you ever noticed the handles on straps on buses that hang down from the rails on buses? 

That’s in case the bus ever stops in Africa and monkeys want to get on. Or South America, there are monkeys there and they have prehensile tails which means they can hang from them using their tails. However I have digressed.

The monkeys started swinging on the straps as monkeys are inclined to do. After all they are monkeys, but not using their tails as they were African monkeys.

“Oi," said the driver. “Monkeys stop that!"

The monkeys being monkeys just ignored the driver, after all they never do anything a human tells them. 

That’s why they don’t make good pets. So children never ask your mummy or daddy for a pet monkey.

 It will just wreck your house. Oops I’ve digressed again.

The driver stopped the bus, they were still in the middle of the savannah. “Right monkeys, off the bus," the driver shouted.

The monkeys jumped out of a window, as the driver was looking quite angry. The window had been left open because it was a really hot day, which it often is in Africa.

The three monkeys then went and sat on the roof. The driver didn’t notice what the monkeys had done and soon the bus started off again.

 The monkeys could hear the driver mutter ruse words like ‘poo’ under his breath.

“Hey look" Baby Monkey shouted.

“What?" replied Mummy monkey.

“There’s some giraffes"

“Well yes you get giraffes in Africa," Daddy monkey replied.

“Why don’t we get any near our tree?"

“The lions scare them off."

“Can’t we ask the lions not to eat them?"

“Well we don’t want the giraffes coming and eating our leaves do we?"

“I suppose not," Baby monkey replied.

Soon they reached the city center and spotted a particularly large shop.

“I want to go shopping in there," said Mummy monkey pointing to that large department store and jumping off the bus roof.

“What are you going to get?" asked Daddy following.

“Shoes and a dress, I’m a lady monkey. What else do ladies get in the shops?

“What are you going to get?" she asked.

“Don’t know," perhaps the latest Manchester United top.

“Man United, I didn’t know you liked football. Anyway, we don’t live in Manchester, we live in Africa."

“Most Manchester supporters don’t live in Manchester."

“Yes but you should support a local team?"

“Such as?"

“I don’t know what they’re called but some of the gazelles have taken to kicking some stones about."

“It’s hardly the same is it?"

“No I suppose not, so what else are you going to get?"

“A big, flat screen tally."

“So how are you going to get that home?"

“On the bus of course."

“We don’t have anywhere to plug it in, I don’t know if you’d noticed but there aren’t many sockets in our tree."

“I’m going to get a solar powered one."

“What about at night when the Man U are playing in the Champions league."

“We’ll have to record it," Daddy monkey said and went and hung from a light fitting.

“What can I get," asked Baby Monkey.

“Whatever you like," replied his mother.

“I want a comic and an ice cream because I’m hot and I want a radio controlled helicopter to annoy the lions with and a lot of Lego to build a tree just like our, so we can live in a Lego tree and I want car and a train set and a Barbie doll."

“What do you want a Barbie for?" Daddy asked from his light.

“Let him have a Barbie," mother said.

“Cause she’s a monkey doctor, that’s her new job." Baby added, “Monkey doctor. She can cure you if you get an itchy bottom."

“I never get an itchy bottom." Daddy Monkey replied indignantly.

“Why do you keep scratching it then?" Mother asked.

“I’m a monkey, monkeys are supposed to scratch their bottoms."

Mummy monkey was no longer listening, she had spotted a pair of shoes and like most females, all thoughts went out of her brain at the sight of some shiny new shoes.

“I’m having those shoes," she said.

“Of course dear," Daddy monkey replied looking round the shop for some football tops and televisions.

Mummy monkey ran over and grabbed the shoes, but she was a monkey and had size one feet, whereas the shoes were size four and they didn’t fit so as soon as she tried them on they just fell off.

Try stuffing a newspaper in them?" Father suggested.

“Oh good idea,"

Mummy monkey go a copy of Hello, and used the latest celebrity wedding to keep her shoes on.

“This isn’t a funny comic." Baby monkey said picking up what he thought was a comic.

“That’s because it’s the News of the Word," Daddy replied. “They’re difficult to tell apart. Comics have better stories though."

“Oh no we’ve been rumbled." He shouted as he saw a group of humans coming towards them. Let’s scarper."

Mummy monkey raced after her monkey husband in her three-inch high stilettos with pages of hello trailing after her. They ran through to the next department, perfume.

“Oh I have to try these," she said.

Bouncing off the counters the three monkeys jumped and grabbed perfume bottles from the orange faced women. 

Each one was hastily applied by Mummy monkey and so Britney Spears’ latest concoction soon mingled with parfum de monkey in an ever increasing assault to the nose.

Still being chased by an increasing number of humans the monkeys then ran through into the women’s clothing department. 

 which took up sixty percent of the store and Mummy monkey grabbed a small black cocktail dress as she bounced past.

The monkeys ran out of the store and onto the top of a number 27 bus going past.

“There’s a 44 going back to our tree." Daddy shouted as bus went past in the opposite direction. The three monkeys jumped from the top of one bus to the other bus.

Mummy monkey nearly dropped her Hello covered shoes as they did.

An hour later the monkeys were sitting in their tree. Daddy monkey hadn’t got his solar powered, flat screen tally or his football top.

Baby Monkey had got a rubbish comic that wasn’t what he really wanted.

Mummy Monkey had got a nice black dress, a pair of shoes that don’t quite fit and some perfume.

So all in all a pretty normal shopping trip then.

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*. Man Overboard -   (monkey story)


I stood on the deck of S.S. Rajula. As she slowly moved out of Madras harbor, I waved to my grandparents till I could see them no more. I was thrilled to be on board a ship. It was a new experience for me.

"Are you travelling alone?" asked the person standing next to me.

"Yes, Uncle, I'm going back to my parents in Singapore," I replied.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Vasantha," I replied.

I spent the day exploring the ship. It looked just like a big house. There were furnished rooms, a swimming pool, a room for indoor games and a library. Yet, there was plenty of room to move around.

The next morning the passengers were seated in the dining hall, having breakfast. The loudspeaker spluttered noisily and then the captain's voice came loud and clear. "Friends we have just received a message that a storm is brewing in the Indian Ocean. I request all of you to keep calm.

Do not panic. Those who are inclined to sea-sickness may please stay in their cabins. Thank you."

There was panic everywhere. An old lady prayed aloud, "Oh God! Have mercy on us. My only son is waiting for me in Singapore."

A gentleman consoled her, "Don't worry, Madam, it's only a warning. We may not be affected at all."

Another lady, who was sitting beside me, looked very ill. "Not rough weather! I'm already seasick.

A rough sea will be the end of me!"

I could not understand why all the elders were so upset. I remembered the several sea adventures I had read. Excitedly,

 I turned to the elderly gentleman sitting next to me. "Uncle, won't it be thrilling to face a storm on board a steamer? Have you ever been on a ship during a storm?"

"It can be quite unpleasant, you know," he replied rather severely. "I remember a time when the ship on which I was travelling ran off course.

We were wandering on the ocean for a couple of days."

I remembered my class teacher, an English woman, telling us in class one day, "When I crossed the English Channel on my way to Singapore, there was a big storm near Gibraltar. 

The ship rocked to and from. Everything in the cabins rolled up and down. Even the heavy pianos in the lounge went crashing against the walls."

This made my imagination run wild. Turning to Uncle again, I said, "Wouldn't it be fun if the storm broke when we have lunch? Then the tables, with all the food on them, would run away from us. And the chairs, with us sitting on them, would be a merry-go-round."

Everyone round the table stared at me in horror. I thought to myself, 'Oh, these adults, they've no sense of adventure. How dull they are!

The storm didn't break, but in the evening a strong wind started blowing. The ship rocked to and from, rocking and rolling to the music of the wind. 

Huge waves were dashing against it. Even though the deck was slippery, I was running around. That's when I noticed Uncle leaning over the railings. I ran up to him, thinking he too, was enjoying the experience. 

"Good morning, Uncle, isn't it lovely?" I asked him.

But he wasn't well at all. He was retching over the rails and looked rather blue about the mouth. I felt sorry for him. "Can I be of any help? Shall I call the doctor?' I asked him.

He couldn't reply, but only held up his hand.

As another bout of retching shook him he leaned over the railings. At the same time a huge wave lashed the ship. It lurched violently and the man tumbled over the railings into the wild sea. 

For a second I stood rooted to the spot. Then I ran like someone possessed, shouting, and “Help! Help!

Man overboard! Save him!" I must have made a lot of noise. I heard footsteps hurrying even that early in the morning.

Tears streaming down my face and shouting incoherently, I ran full pelt into an officer.

"What's the matter? Why are you making so much noise?" he asked in a stern voice, I was surprised to see it was the captain.

"Oh Sir!" I blurted out in relief. "A man fell into the sea. Please save him."

"Where?" he asked, immediately on the alert.

"There," I said pointing a finger.

He did not wait for more details but ran at once to a room full of officers. "Man overboard," he cried. "Stop ship. 

Drop anchor. Quick!" His instructions were immediately obeyed. The captain then raced to the upper deck. I kept trailing behind him. "Lower the life-boats and crew into the sea towards the helm," he said.


 "There is a man overboard." Here again the men quickly obeyed him.

People started crowding the deck. "What's happening?" somebody asked me.

Word soon went round. Everyone was tense.

Only an occasional, "There he is!" could be heard. Someone asked, "Who is he?"

Another replied, "Don't know."

Meanwhile two life-boats moved towards the man. I stood close to the captain. In his anxiety, he gripped my shoulder tightly and I winced.

"You're hurting me Sir," I protested.

"I am sorry, my dear. The sea is very rough today. I hope my men can reach him in time. 

My ship has never lost a passenger before," he said crossing himself. He was watching the rescue operations through a pair of binoculars that hung round his neck.

The boat was too far for me to see what was happening. I tugged at the Captain's sleeve.

"What are they doing, Sir? Have they rescued the man?" I asked him.

"They've caught him by the arms and are pulling him towards the boat." He was giving me a running commentary. 

"Oh what bad luck! A sudden current has swept the man away dragging two of the sailors with him." He sounded nervous.

Just then he noticed the passengers crowding against the railings. "Keep away from those railings!" he shouted. "We don't want another accident." The ship had dropped anchor but was heaving up and down.

I borrowed the captain's binoculars. Now I could see the rescue operation clearly. The crew in the rescue boats threw a strong rope to the two sailors in the sea and shouted, "Catch". 

Both of them were good swimmers and soon had caught hold of the rope. Then, with powerful strokes, they swam towards Uncle.

 One of them caught hold of him, while the other tied the rope round his waist. With Uncle between them and the rope secure, the sailors swam back to the life-boats. 

The rescue team in the boats leaned over and heaved the three men into it. In a jiffy the boats were heading back to the ship.

"Thank God!" muttered the captain making the sign of the cross again, "They've managed to save him." He turned to the passengers thronging the railings. "Please do not crowd round the man when he is brought up. He will need immediate medical care." Then he saw the ship's doctor standing with a couple of nurses. A stretcher was also being brought close to the railings.

"Doctor! Is everything ready for the patient?" the captain asked.

"Aye, aye, Captain," nodded the doctor. The captain moved away to restore order on the ship. I edged close to the doctor and asked, "What will you do to him, doctor? Will he be all right?"

"Aye, I think so. All the water will have to be pumped out of him. He'll have to be given artificial respiration and kept warm."

"How do you pump the water out?" I asked.

"We put him on his stomach and massage him until he brings it all up," he replied.

As soon as the rescue team reached the ship, Uncle was placed on the stretcher and rushed to the hospital room.

 The captain then came to me and said, "Run along now and play with your friends. I'm busy, but will send for you when I'm through. I might even have a surprise for you."

When he turned away, I quietly sneaked into the hospital room to see what they were doing to the patient. Two nurses were scurrying to and from with trays full of medicines and syringes. 

Another was rushing off with Uncle's wet clothes. I stopped her and asked if Uncle was conscious. "Not yet," she replied, "but he's better now. He should regain consciousness in a little while."

The ship was still rolling, so I couldn't play any games. I went and sat in a cozy chair in the lounge and started reading a story-book. 

I was feeling drowsy and must have dozed off. The next tiling I knew was somebody saying, "Wake up, child. You're Vasantha, aren't you? The Captain wants to see you in his cabin."

I looked up to see a sailor standing before me.

It took me a minute to recollect the rescue operation and the captain telling me, "I'll call you afterwards."

I followed the officer eagerly. He left me outside the captain's door, saying, and “Go right inside."

I knocked and entered. The captain was standing in the middle of the room. When he saw me, he came forward and literally swept me off my feet. He was still smiling when he put me down.

"You will have plenty to tell your friends, eh? Now close your eyes."

I did so. Seconds later, I heard him say, "See what I've got for you."

On opening my eyes, I saw a big brown box.

On it was written…."WITH THE BEST COMPLIMENTS OF CAPT. LINDSAY."

I took the box and eagerly opened it. "Oh, what a lovely ship!" I exclaimed. "Does this really belong to me? Can I keep it?"


Lying snugly on a velvet backing was a most beautiful model of the ship. On it was inscribed "B.I.S.N. & Co. S.S. RAJULA." I placed the box carefully on the table. Then I threw my hands round the captain and hugged and kissed him.

He patted my cheek and smiled as he saw me lift the box and walk happily out of his room. I proudly showed my present to everyone I met.

"See what the Captain has given me. Isn't it lovely?"

"Yes, indeed," was the unanimous verdict?

I was the happiest person on board that day.



*. Last Journey -  (monkey story)


The cab driver picked up his passenger in the dead of the night. An elderly woman stood outside the building with a suitcase. 

He smiled at her as walked her to the car and carried her case into the trunk of the cab.

As they settled into drive he asked her where she wanted to go…

After giving him the address she asked…Can we drive through downtown to get there?

It’ll be longer...he said.

The woman smiled….I don’t mind, I’m going to the hospice tonight.

The cab driver looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening….I don't have any family left….she continued. The doctor says I don't have very long.

He quietly reached over and shut off the meter.

They drove for two hours with the woman showing the cab driver various buildings where she grew up, where she worked, where she met her husband.

As the sun started rising, they stopped outside the hospice where two orderlies greeted them. The cab driver carried her suitcase to her and she was already seated in a wheelchair to be taken in.

How much do I owe you?....she said.

The cab driver said…Nothing at all.

You have to make a living…. She answered.

Oh, there are other passengers…He responded.

Almost without thinking, he bent and gave her a hug. She held onto him tightly.

Their hug ended with her remark….You gave an old woman a little moment of joy.

After a slight pause, she added….Thank you.

We never get to know the stories of the people we meet. A little kindness and love is all that is needed to make a difference in the world.



*. Infinity Kiss -   (monkey story)


There are some things money can't buy. What's more valuable than money to YOU? I worked two jobs, was raising my 6-year-old alone and each week worried if I would make ends meet.

 In the evening, my son and I would spend a little time together, but he felt my stress even though I tried to hide it from him. One night we were sitting together and I was reading him a story.

 The story was about a family who had everything...a new car, beautiful home. It was so far from what we knew, it felt like make believe. Tears came to my eyes and I turned away from my son, 

I didn't want him to see me like this.

My young, but very wise little boy seemed to read my mind and said, "Mommy…don't cry. This family may have a lot of things, but you know we are rich too."

I looked at him not quite understanding what he meant. He went on to say, "We may not have a lot, but we have each other and we love each other. Money can't buy that."

I smiled and said, "Let me give you an INFINITY KISS." I kissed his cheek for a long time.

"This kiss will last forever, and ever and ever"

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