Amazing Kids! Magazine

Humans in the Jungle

By Bobo the Monkey in his own hand (By Christopher Bjorn, Orem, Utah, grade 3)

 

I had no idea why they were standing there.  Why would humans be in the jungle?

Here is my story:

This morning, I was going to catch frogs to hide in my sister’s bed.  Last time I did that, she jumped 40 feet in the air and landed on a porcupine six trees away.  I wanted to see if that would happen again.  But on my way to the pond, I saw a tiger so I went back.

When I got back, I saw jeeps driving in. I climbed up a vine to see what was going on. Humans were climbing out of the jeeps.

I pulled on the vine to sound the alarm.  I pulled it twice to mean “Humans!” not tigers or lions.

The army monkeys came running.

“Get the cannons and the mango ammunition. Aim, Fire!” said a monkey.

There were different types of monkeys. Some were shooting at everything. Others, like me like to stay far away from tigers and lions, but we won’t shoot.

Oops! I forgot to say who I was. I am Bobo.  I am not a hobbit. I am a monkey.  We live in our tree house with all the other monkeys.  We work together. Some of us fix the house. Others get food and some are in the army. I am one of the kid monkeys.  We can play all the time, except when we have to clean the tree house.  I have two sisters. One is very boring, the other one is cool.

The humans were covered in mangos from the cannons. I guess the mango cannons really worked.  The humans had four jeeps full of stuff.  They had about 10 backpacks. I swung down and grabbed a backpack.  All the monkeys cheered. The men got mad, but by getting out of the way quickly, I was safe. I looked inside the backpack.  There was a talking box, a couple of flaming sticks (they don’t taste good), a digging thingy, a dry, scratchy vine, old bananas and other such food, a sharp blade that hurts, water, and stuff Bobo didn’t know what it was.

One human got out a zappy gun that makes monkeys sleep.  He shot it. I ducked and it hit the tree.  While the humans were distracted by me, the other army monkeys snuck down and grabbed all the zappy guns.

I swung over to the jeep and joined the other monkeys. In the back of one jeep we found a lot of water jugs.  We grabbed them and swung over the humans, emptying the water jugs on their heads. That made it so the humans were wet and soggy, as well as covered in gooey mangoes.

Then the master orangutan swung dawn and grabbed a jeep. We all cheered.  Orangutans don’t live here, but this one had gotten caught by humans in the past. He escaped and moved in with us. Now he is the master of all monkeys. He pushed and pulled, causing the jeep to come up into the tree.

“Yeah” we all cheered.

The humans sat down and cried.

Suddenly, one of my old friends climbed out of a jeep.  He had gotten hurt by a tiger.   The humans must have caught him and took him to an animal hospital.  Now these humans had brought my friend back home!   We thought we would never see him again, but here he was.  Maybe these humans weren’t so bad.  Maybe they were just trying to help my friend.

I threw the backpack down. The master orangutan dropped the jeep. The tires popped but nothing else was harmed. The master hopped dawn and pointed to the savannah. With his signal, I threw a banana leaf to the ground in front of him. He stuck his fingers in the mud and traced a line on the banana leaf and gave it to the people.  The master seemed to say, “This is the way home.”

“Thank you,” said the leader of the humans.  Then the people left.

The End