How Monkey Looked for Trouble

In a tiny village in Trinidad there lived an old woman who made the most delicious
sweets. People would come from all around just to buy her candies at the village’s
market. One day, while walking to market, the old lady stubbed her toe on a stone and
her coconut cakes spilled everywhere.
“Oh look at this trouble here,” she said. “I can’t believe what trouble I’ve got. Now I’ll
have to go right back home!”
Monkey was sitting in a tree above the road and saw and heard everything. As the old
woman left he began to grow curious about her trouble. He scurried down the tree and
went to the trouble sprawled across the road. He tasted one of the coconut cakes and
exclaimed, “This trouble is most delicious! I shall go buy some more for myself!”
Monkey marched right into town and went to the nearest store. “I’d like to buy some
trouble,” he said. The merchant looked strangely at the little creature and asked, “Do you
know what trouble is?”
“Yes, yes,” Monkey said impatiently. “Give me all you have and be quick about it.”
The shopkeeper shook his head with a little smile and soon brought out a large bag.
Monkey paid for it and left. As he dragged the bag down the road, he began to grow tired.
“My my, but this trouble is heavy. And what strange sounds it makes.” He eventually
came to a clearing and decided to open the bag and enjoy his treat. Licking his lips, he
loosened the top of the bag. Suddenly three fierce dogs burst from the bag, barking and
flashing their sharp teeth. Poor Monkey ran up the nearest tree and sat on a high branch,
shaking with fear as the dogs below barked and yapped at him. He grew hungrier and
hungrier and eventually picked a strange fruit from above his head. He stuffed it in his
mouth, not knowing that he was in a pepper tree. Oh! How that pepper burned his poor
little mouth. And he could not go get water until the dogs left the tree.
Eventually they did leave and Monkey was able to run to a nearby pond to cool his
burning tongue. And that is why Monkey stays high up in the treetops, far away from
trouble.

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