“Oh, papa, I can open a cocoanut!” cried Mappo.

“So can I!” exclaimed Bumpo.  “Look!” and he was in such a hurry to show what he could do that he slipped, and bumped his head against Mappo, nearly knocking him off the branch on which the monkey boy was sitting.

In fact, Mappo did fall off, but he had his tail tightly wound around the branch, so he did not fall all the way to the ground, as he might have done.

“Look out!  What are you doing?” cried Mappo to Bumpo, after having swung himself up on the branch again.

“Oh dear!  I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to,” said Bumpo.  “I just wanted to show papa how I can open a cocoanut.”

[Illustration:  Mr. Monkey, with a bunch of bananas slung over his back, came scrambling up to the tree-house. (Page 25)]

“We can all open cocoanuts!  We’ve had our lessons,” said Chaa.

“Good!” cried Mr. Monkey.  “To open cocoanuts is a good thing to know.  And now here are some bananas I have brought you.”  He passed around the yellow fruit from the bunch he had brought home.  Then, having eaten bananas and cocoanut, all the monkeys went to sleep.

That is about all monkeys in the jungle do—­eat and sleep.  Of course some of the younger ones play tricks once in a while.  Monkeys are very mischievous and fond of playing tricks.  That is what makes them so funny in the circus, and with the hand-organ men.

When the monkeys awakened, they were thirsty.  Mappo was going down, right away, to the ground and get a drink at a water-pool near the family tree.

“Wait!” called his father, stretching out his long, hairy arms.  “I must first look to see that the tiger is not there, Mappo.”

But the tiger was far away, so the monkeys scrambled down and took long drinks.  Then they crawled back into their tree again.

For two or three days after this, Mappo, his brothers and sisters practiced their new lesson of opening cocoanuts, until they could do it as well as Mr. and Mrs. Monkey.

Meanwhile they had gone off together, a little way into the woods, looking for different things to eat.  Mappo used to go a little ahead of the others.

“Be careful,” his mother warned him.  “If you get too far away from us, the tiger will catch you.”

Then Mappo would come back.

One day, after the monkeys had opened some cocoanuts and eaten out the white meat, Mappo thought of a good trick to play on Bumpo or Jacko.

Down on the ground, under the family tree, were some empty cocoanut shells.  One was almost whole, with only a small piece broken out.

“I’ll put that piece of shell back in the hole,” said Mappo, “and it will look as though it had not been opened.  Then I’ll give it to Jacko or Bumpo.  They’ll think it’s a good cocoanut, and try to break it open.  Then won’t they feel funny when they see it’s empty!”

Mappo was thinking so much about the trick he was going to play, that he did not look about, as he ought to have done, for any signs of danger.  He was down on the ground, putting the piece of shell back in the hole in the empty cocoanut, to play a trick on one of his brothers, when, all of a sudden, there was a crashing in the bushes, right in front of Mappo, and out jumped the big, yellow and black striped tiger.