At first, the abandoned house at the edge of the village seemed like nothing more than a lonely, forgotten place. The garden was overgrown, the tools rusty, and silence filled every corner. But for little Bibi, the curious and clever monkey, this old house soon became a new world of wonder.
Bibi had followed Uncle Phong there one morning out of curiosity. Uncle Phong was bringing some tools and seeds, planning to restore the land around the house. Bibi watched as he tilled the soil, planted seedlings, and gently watered each row. Though unsure at first, Bibi slowly got involved—carrying small tools, picking weeds, and even patting the soil with his tiny hands.
Day by day, Bibi grew more excited. He learned to recognize the sprouting vegetables: green beans, lettuce, tomatoes, and even sweet potatoes. The once-wild garden was turning into a colorful, living patch of food—and Bibi was part of it.
He took pride in his little chores, wearing a straw hat too big for his head and carrying a small watering can. Each time a plant bloomed or a fruit ripened, he clapped with joy and pointed proudly at his work. Farming became more than just a task—it became Bibi’s passion.
Uncle Phong watched with a warm heart as Bibi’s love for the land blossomed. The abandoned house, once lifeless, now echoed with laughter, life, and the rustle of growing crops.
Bibi, the playful monkey, had found purpose and peace among the plants. In the middle of nature and nurture, he learned patience, hard work, and the quiet joy of watching life grow from the soil he helped care for.
