Dedicated to John Curtis, Maximilian and Leonardo!
Read by Jana
Music by Bertie
By Elsie Spicer Eells (published 1917)
Picture by Adobe Stock / Krolone
Hello, this is Jana and I’m here with a folktale from Brazil. It’s about a monkey, a guitar, and a fruit tree. We think you’ll find this tuneful story loads of fun!
Once upon a time, there was a beautiful garden in which grew all sorts of fruits. Many beasts lived in the garden and they were allowed to eat the fruits whenever they wished. But they were asked to follow just one rule. They must make a low, polite bow to the fruit tree, call it by its name, and say, “Please give me a taste of your fruit.” They had to be careful to remember the tree’s correct name and not to forget to say “please.” It was also important that they should not be greedy. They must always leave plenty of fruit for the other beasts, and plenty to decorate the tree and to scatter seeds so that other trees might grow. If they wished to eat figs they had to say, “O, fig tree, O, fig tree, please give me a taste of your fruit;” or, if they wished to eat oranges they had to say, “O, orange tree, O, orange tree, please give me a taste of your fruit.”
In one corner of the garden, grew the most splendid tree of all. It was tall and beautiful and the rosy-cheeked fruit upon its wide-spreading branches looked tantalisingly tempting. No beast had ever tasted of that fruit, for no beast could ever remember its name.
In a tiny house near the edge of the garden, lived a little old woman who knew the names of all the fruit trees. The beasts often went to her and asked the name of the wonderful fruit tree, but the tree was so far distant from the tiny house of the little old woman, that no beast could ever remember the long, hard name by the time they reached the fruit tree.
At last, the monkey thought of a trick. Perhaps you do not know it, but the monkey can play the guitar. He always played when the beasts gathered together in the garden to dance. The monkey went to the tiny house of the little old woman, carrying his guitar under his arm. When she told him the long hard name of the wonderful fruit tree, he made up a little tune to it, all his own, and sang it over and over again all the way from the tiny house of the little old woman to the corner of the garden where the wonderful fruit tree grew. When any of the other beasts met him and asked him what new song he was singing to his guitar, he never said a word. He marched straight on, playing his little tune over and over again on his guitar and singing softly the long hard name.
O Mr pegadinha-minga-pongo tree,
At last, he reached the corner of the garden where the wonderful fruit tree grew. He had never seen it look so beautiful. The rosy-cheeked fruit glowed in the bright sunlight. The monkey could hardly wait to make his bow, and say the long hard name over again twice and ask for the fruit with a “please.” What a beautiful colour and what a delicious odour that fruit had! The monkey had never in all his life been so near to anything which smelled so good. He took a big bite. What a face he made! That beautiful sweet-smelling fruit was bitter and sour, and it had a nasty, nasty taste. He threw it away from him as far as he could.
The monkey never forgot the tree’s long hard name and the little tune he had sung. Nor did he forget how the fruit tasted. He never took a bite of it again; but, after that, his favourite trick was to treat the other beasts to the wonderful fruit just to see them make faces when they tasted it.
And that was the story of ‘How the Monkey became a Trickster’ from a collection of Brazilian folk tales published by Elsie Spicer Eells in the year 1917. She has several lively monkey tales from Brazil and we might read another one very soon.
And I’m delighted to dedicate this story to -John Curtis (7), Maximilian (6) and Leonardo (4) Their dad, Joe, tells us: We discovered StoryNory a few years ago and we love listening to it every night as we fall asleep and during road trips! We love the old myths, our favourites are the Norse gods, the Greek myths and Sinbad the Sailor’s adventures. Thank you for all you do!
And thank you -John Curtis, Maximilian and Leonardo!
From me, Jana, at Storynory.com, bye for now!