It was a typical morning in the jungle when Bibi came up with a mischievous plan. “Today, I’m going to the coffee hut like the grown-ups!” he declared, puffing out his tiny chest.
Dad was busy tending to the garden when Bibi tiptoed past him, his little backpack slung over his shoulder. “Where are you off to, Bibi?” Dad asked, noticing his sneaky behavior.
“Just… exploring!” Bibi replied with a nervous laugh, quickly disappearing into the trees.
The jungle café was a popular spot where the adult animals gathered to sip their coffee and chat. Bibi had always been curious about the place, especially after hearing Dad talk about how much he enjoyed his morning brew.
When Bibi arrived, he was greeted by the friendly café owner, Mr. Toucan. “Well, well, what brings you here, young Bibi?” Mr. Toucan asked, tilting his colorful beak.
“I want to try coffee, like the grown-ups!” Bibi said confidently, climbing onto a stool.
Mr. Toucan chuckled. “Coffee, huh? It’s a bit strong for little ones like you.”
“I can handle it!” Bibi insisted.
Amused, Mr. Toucan prepared a small cup of mild coffee, adding extra milk and a touch of honey. “Here you go, Bibi. This is jungle-style coffee, just for you.”
Bibi took a sip and immediately scrunched up his face. “It’s… bitter!” he exclaimed, but then the sweetness of the honey kicked in. “Hmm, not bad!”
As Bibi sipped his coffee, he noticed the other animals laughing and chatting around him. He felt quite grown-up sitting there with his little cup, but deep down, he started to feel a bit guilty for sneaking off without telling Dad the truth.
Back at home, Dad was beginning to worry. “Where has Bibi gone? He’s never out this long,” he muttered, pacing around.
Meanwhile, Bibi finished his coffee and thanked Mr. Toucan. “That was fun! But I should head back before Dad notices I’m gone,” he said, grabbing his backpack.
When Bibi returned home, Dad was waiting at the door, arms crossed and a concerned look on his face. “Bibi! Where have you been? I’ve been worried sick!”
Bibi shuffled his feet nervously. “I… I went to the coffee hut,” he admitted. “I just wanted to try it like you do.”
Dad sighed but smiled gently. “Oh, Bibi. You should have told me. I would’ve gone with you! But coffee is a bit strong for little monkeys like you. Did you enjoy it?”
Bibi nodded. “It was bitter at first, but then it got better with honey. I’m sorry for making you worry, Dad.”
Dad ruffled Bibi’s fur. “It’s okay, Bibi. I’m glad you’re safe. Next time, let’s go together, and I’ll show you my favorite drink—banana smoothies!”
Bibi grinned. “Deal, Dad!”