It was a sunny afternoon on the farm, and BiBi and Lala were playing near the pond. They were tossing pebbles and giggling at the little frogs that leapt into the water.
Suddenly, something splashed.
Very big. Very fast.
BiBi froze. His eyes grew wide. “Lala… did you see that?”
Another splash. Then—GLUB!—a huge, dark shape swam near the surface.
BiBi gasped. “SNAKEHEAD!” he shouted.
Lala blinked. “What’s a snakehead?”
“It’s big! It’s scary! And it has TEETH!” BiBi squealed, scooping Lala up in his arms without a second thought.
Holding her tight (even though she was perfectly calm), BiBi sprinted across the farmyard, zig-zagging past the chickens and hopping over a basket of bananas. He didn’t stop until he found Dad fixing the fruit stand.
“Dad! Snakehead! Pond! Help!!” BiBi cried, out of breath and still clinging to Lala.
Dad looked up, surprised—and then tried very hard not to laugh. “BiBi, it’s just a fish. A big one, yes, but it’s more afraid of you than you are of it.”
BiBi’s cheeks turned pink. “Really?”
“Really. But you were very brave to come get help,” Dad said, patting his head. “And you carried Lala the whole way like a hero!”
Lala gave BiBi a cheeky smile. “You’re strong when you’re scared!”
BiBi giggled, finally relaxing. “I just didn’t want you to get eaten.”
They all laughed, and Dad promised to take them back to the pond—to watch the snakehead from a safe distance, of course.
Sometimes being scared means you care. And that day, BiBi proved that even a panicked monkey can be the bravest of all.
