The jungle was alive with the sounds of chirping birds and rustling leaves as Monkey MOKA swung effortlessly from tree to tree. The sun filtered through the thick canopy, casting dappled shadows on the forest floor. MOKA was young, full of energy, and always looking for new adventures.
One afternoon, he spotted something unusual—a long, thin wire dangling from one of the taller trees. It shimmered strangely in the light, unlike any vine he had ever seen before. Curious, MOKA reached out and wrapped his fingers around it. The moment his hand made contact, a sudden jolt of electricity surged through his body.
A sharp, searing pain shot through him, his muscles convulsing uncontrollably. His mind screamed in agony as he tried to let go, but his fingers wouldn’t obey. The powerful current coursed through his small body, overwhelming him with unbearable pain. With a final, violent spasm, MOKA’s grip loosened, and his limp body plummeted towards the ground.
He hit the forest floor with a dull thud, motionless. The once playful and energetic monkey now lay still, his body twitching slightly from the residual shock. His breathing was shallow, his fur singed at the tips where the electricity had burned him. The other animals of the jungle, startled by the sudden fall, gathered around him hesitantly.
A pair of parrots fluttered down from the trees, chirping anxiously. “MOKA! MOKA! Wake up!” they called, their bright feathers ruffling in worry. A family of squirrels scampered close, sniffing the unmoving monkey. Even the usually wary deer stepped forward, eyes wide with concern.
After what felt like an eternity, MOKA’s eyes fluttered open. Pain coursed through his body, and his muscles felt heavy. His vision blurred before coming into focus, revealing the concerned faces of his jungle friends. He tried to sit up, but a sharp ache in his limbs made him wince.
The wise old tortoise, who had seen many strange things in the jungle, slowly made his way to MOKA’s side. “That was no ordinary vine,” he murmured gravely. “It was a human wire, carrying the power they use in their world. You are lucky to be alive.”
MOKA groaned, his head still spinning. He had always been told to be careful around human things, but his curiosity had gotten the better of him. He looked up at the wire, still dangling ominously from the tree, a silent warning of the danger it held.
The jungle animals helped him to his feet, supporting him as he regained his balance. “You must rest,” the tortoise advised. “Your body has been through a great ordeal.”
MOKA nodded weakly, realizing how close he had come to losing his life. With the help of his friends, he made his way to a soft patch of grass beneath a broad tree. As he lay down, the jungle seemed to close around him protectively, the gentle rustling of leaves lulling him into a much-needed rest.
As he drifted into sleep, he made a silent promise to himself—to be more cautious, to respect the unseen dangers of the jungle, and to always listen to the wisdom of those who had lived longer than he had. The jungle was his home, but it was also full of hidden perils, and he had learned that lesson in the most painful way possible.
And so, with the watchful eyes of his friends surrounding him, MOKA slept, safe for now, but forever changed by the shocking lesson he had endured.
