A Small Monkey’s Daring Escape from a Vicious Dog
In the quiet corner of a bustling village, where fruit trees lined the edges of dusty paths, lived a small monkey named Kavi. He was known to the villagers for his mischievous grin and clever antics—stealing bananas from baskets, teasing children with his quick leaps, and occasionally sneaking into kitchens to grab a sweet treat. Yet beneath his playful nature was a sharp mind and a deep instinct for survival, which would soon be tested in the most terrifying way.
One warm afternoon, as the village lay drowsy under the golden sun, Kavi spotted a ripe mango glistening on the branch of an old tree near the market. Without hesitation, he scampered down from the rooftops, his little feet tapping softly against the clay tiles. But what he didn’t notice was the presence of a large, snarling dog resting in the shade nearby—one that the villagers called Raka.
Raka was no ordinary village dog. Fierce, territorial, and quick to anger, he guarded the market square as if it were his kingdom. The moment he heard Kavi rustling in the leaves, his ears perked up, and a low growl rumbled in his throat. Before Kavi could pluck the mango, Raka lunged forward, barking ferociously, his sharp teeth flashing in the sunlight.
Startled, Kavi dropped the mango and leapt for the nearest wall. The chase had begun.
With lightning speed, Kavi dashed through narrow alleys and over fences, his small heart pounding in his chest. Behind him, Raka thundered after him, claws scraping against the ground, his furious barks echoing through the village. People peeked out of their windows to see the spectacle—the clever monkey fleeing for his life, the dog determined not to let him escape.
Kavi’s agility became his greatest weapon. He darted up a pile of crates and swung onto a clothesline, using it like a tightrope to cross to another rooftop. But Raka, relentless, kept jumping and barking, refusing to give up. The monkey knew he couldn’t outrun the dog forever; he needed a plan.
Spotting a narrow gap between two walls, Kavi made a daring leap. He barely squeezed through, while Raka tried to follow—but the dog was too big. His snout jammed between the walls, and he barked in frustration. Kavi, now safe on the other side, paused to catch his breath. He looked back and, with a cheeky grin, gave a small victory chatter before vanishing into the trees.
The villagers laughed and cheered, amazed at the little monkey’s clever escape. From that day on, Kavi became something of a local legend—a symbol of quick thinking and courage in the face of danger. And though he still played his tricks, he never went near Raka’s corner again.
Sometimes, when the sun set over the village, people would spot Kavi sitting high in the mango tree, munching on a fruit and watching the world below—forever alert, forever free.
