Once upon a time, a kind-hearted king decided to give a holiday to all the people living in one of his cities. This meant a day of joy and celebration for everyone, including the gardener who took care of the king's beautiful garden.
The gardener was a simple man who loved his work. But when he heard about the holiday, he couldn't help but dream of spending the day with his friends in the city. The only problem was, he had a duty to water the young trees in the garden. An idea popped into his head, "Why not ask the Monkeys to do the job for me?"
In the king's garden lived a tribe of lively Monkeys. The gardener approached their Chief, a wise and seemingly responsible Monkey. He proposed his idea, "You have been given a wonderful home here, in the king's garden. You play all day, eat the finest fruits, and don't have a care in the world. Today, my friends are celebrating in the city, and I wish to join them. Could you help me by watering the young trees while I am away?"
The Chief of the Monkeys, flattered and eager to help, replied, "Oh, yes! We would be glad to do that."
The gardener felt relieved. He warned them, "Water the trees at sunset. Make sure they have plenty of water, but not too much," and showed them the watering pots.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, the Monkeys excitedly picked up the watering pots. The Chief reminded them, "Ensure each tree has enough water."
"But how will we know when each tree has enough?" the Monkeys asked. The Chief, puzzled and unsure, said, "Pull up each young tree and look at the length of its roots. Those with long roots need a lot of water, but give only a little water to those with short roots."
And so, the Monkeys, though well-meaning, did as they were told. They uprooted every tree to check the length of its roots. When the gardener returned the next day, his heart sunk. All the young trees were lifeless, their roots exposed and dry.
A grave realization hit the gardener. He had assumed that monkeys, being smart creatures, would be able to handle a task as delicate as nurturing young trees. However, he had forgotten that while monkeys were intelligent, they didn't possess the human understanding of nature and its intricacies.
Once upon a time, not in a far, far away land but maybe just down the road a bit, there was a king. He was super cool, like the kind of guy who would give you extra dessert. And he says, "Guess what, everyone? We're taking a day off!"
Everybody's jumping up and down, like it's a birthday party but for the whole city. And there's this gardener, a real plant whisperer, who says, "Woo-hoo! A day off is like getting a gold star and a smiley face sticker all at once!"
But oh-oh, he's got these thirsty baby trees that need a drink. So he scratches his head and thinks, "Hey, I know some fellas who like to help. The Monkeys!"
These monkeys are the cool kids of the animal world, always swinging around, having a banana snack break, and giggling. So the gardener goes to the Chief Monkey, who's sorta like the teacher of the monkey school.
"Hey Chief, you and your pals like living in this royal playground, right? How about doing me a tiny favor? I wanna go to the big city party. Can you water the trees?"
The Chief Monkey feels super special. He's like, "Ooh, a mission! We're like secret agents now! We accept!"
The gardener is happy as a clam and says, "Okie dokie, grab the watering cans, and water at sunset, got it? Not too much, not too little, just right!"
Night comes, and the monkeys are all excited like it's a pajama party. They grab the watering cans and the Chief Monkey says, "Alrighty, let's make sure we give everyone a drink!"
"But how do we know if it's enough?" the monkeys wonder.
Chief Monkey, trying to look like the smartest banana in the bunch, says, "Simple! Check the roots. Big roots mean lots of water, small roots mean a little."
So they start pulling up trees like they're looking for hidden treasure. "Arr, where be the water level?" they shout.
Next morning, the gardener comes back, and oh no! It's like a tree bad hair day! Roots are sticking out like crazy spaghetti!
The gardener finally gets it, "Ah-ha! Monkeys are good at monkey business, not tree business! I should've remembered that!"
So the gardener learned that asking monkeys to water trees is like asking fish to ride bicycles—sounds funny, but it just doesn't work!
King's decree, a joyous spree,
For every citizen, wild and free.
From townsfolk to those who'd sing,
Even the gardener of the kind-hearted king.
This gardener, simple and true,
Dreamed of the city and its festive hue.
But young trees beckoned, their thirst was near,
Who would water them while he wasn't here?
"Monkeys!" he thought with a hopeful grin,
"I'll seek their help, then the celebration I'll join in."
To the Chief Monkey, his plan he relayed,
"To water the trees, could you come to my aid?"
"Of course!" said the Chief, puffed up and proud,
"We’ll assist you gladly," he exclaimed out loud!
But as the sun dipped, questions arose,
"How much water does each tree really need, do you suppose?"
The Chief, though wise, was unsure and aghast,
"Check their roots!" he suggested real fast.
"Long roots need more, short ones need slight,"
And the Monkeys began with all their might.
Each tree they examined, their roots to see,
Well-meaning but foolish, in their quick spree.
When morning arrived, a sorrowful scene,
Uprooted trees, not a hint of green.
The gardener saw, heart heavy and sad,
His trust misplaced, the outcome was bad.
While Monkeys are clever, this truth he did glean,
Not every smart creature knows what gardening means.
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