“Maybe the tiger broke open the cocoanut for you,” said Bumpo, as he rubbed his hurt nose.

“No, the tiger is not there,” said Mrs. Monkey.  “You may all go down and see how Mappo opened the cocoanut.”

Down trooped all the five little monkeys, Mappo was the first to reach his cocoanut.

“Why!” he cried.  “It fell on a stone, and smashed open.  That’s what cracked the shell, Mamma.”

“Yes, I thought it would,” said Mrs. Monkey.  “And that is the lesson you little ones are to learn.  You cannot bite open a cocoanut.  You must crack it on a stone.  Mappo dropped his by accident, but it can also be dropped, or thrown, on purpose.  So, when you get a cocoanut, the first thing to do is to get a sharp stick, and take off the outer shell.  Then, go up in a tall tree, and drop the inside nut down on a stone.  The fall will break it, and you can then eat the white meat.”

“Oh, isn’t that a nice thing to know!” cried Choo.

“Yes, indeed,” said her sister Chaa.  “I wish we had a cocoanut to break open.”

“Come up in the tree and I’ll give you each one,” said Mrs. Monkey.

Up into the tree, where their house was, scrambled Mappo, and his brothers and sisters.  Mappo carried in his paws the pieces of white cocoanut he had broken out of the round, brown shell.  He nibbled at a piece.

“Oh, doesn’t that taste good!” he cried.

“Please give me some,” begged Chaa, holding out one little, brown paw.

“No, I want it all,” said Mappo.

“Oh, you must not be selfish!” said Mrs. Monkey.  “Give your brothers and sisters some, Mappo, and when they open their nuts, they will give you some.”

Mappo was sorry he had been a little selfish.  He gave each of the other monkeys some cocoanut.  Mrs. Monkey went into the tree-house and came out with four other cocoanuts.  She gave one each to the other monkeys, and soon they had torn off the tough, outer husk, or covering, with a sharp stick, the way Mappo did.

Then they threw the round brown nuts down on a flat stone under the tree, cracking the shell so they could pick out the white meat.

“Oh, but this is good!” exclaimed Mappo, as he chewed some of the pieces his brothers and sisters gave him.

All of a sudden, as the little monkeys were eating away, there sounded a rustling in the trees.  Something was coming through the branches.

“Look out!” cried Jacko.

“Run!” shouted Mappo.

“Don’t be afraid, children, it’s only your papa,” said a kind, chattering voice, and Mr. Monkey, with a bunch of bananas slung over his back, came scrambling up to the tree-house.

“Did you see the tiger?” asked Mrs. Monkey.

“No, but I heard the other monkeys calling out about him, so I was careful,” said the papa monkey.  “Are you all right here?”

“Oh, yes.  We saw him in time,” spoke Mrs. Monkey.