On a bright, golden afternoon, baby Chamroeun had just discovered the ultimate treat — a plump, juicy ear of sweet corn. Grinning from ear to ear, he clutched it tightly in both hands and nibbled happily, perched on the cool edge of a concrete step.
But peace doesn’t last long in the monkey world.
From across the yard, the family’s bold and bossy chicken spotted the corn—and zeroed in like a heat-seeking missile. Her eyes gleamed with determination, feathers fluffed, and each stomping step toward Chamroeun said one thing: “That corn should be mine.”
Chamroeun saw her coming. His munching paused. A flicker of dread passed across his face. Not again, his expression seemed to say.
He leapt to his feet, hugging the corn tightly to his chest, eyes narrowing like a tiny defender preparing for battle.
The chicken clucked louder, now just steps away. Chamroeun stomped the ground with his tiny foot, sending a clear warning. But the chicken wasn’t impressed.
She lunged forward, pecking the air dramatically.
That was it.
With a fiery squeal and a puffed-up chest, Chamroeun shouted back. He waved his tiny arm like a sword and marched straight toward the intruder. No fear, no hesitation—just pure monkey bravery.
The chicken froze. For a split second, she seemed shocked. Then came another fierce yell from Chamroeun, louder and bolder. That was enough.
The chicken spun around with a grumpy cluck and stormed off in defeat.
Triumphant, Chamroeun returned to his step, still holding his corn like a prize won in battle. He nibbled again, eyes alert, just in case the feathered thief tried her luck twice.
That day, he wasn’t just a baby monkey—he was a fierce little warrior defending his golden treasure.
