Burning Life

He was ambushed. Follow a little creature. A female monkey. When he handed the guava to her, she stretched out her little hand to take it with graceful movements and sparkling eyes. Thanks to this, he knew it was a female monkey. In the morning, he got up and opened the window and saw it sitting on the sycamore branch, trying to jump onto the door frame. He whistled and held out his hand. It looked at his hand, but was afraid. He gave it a guava fruit. He reached out and took it. Then leave. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.