Marib peeled the yellow skin back, took the fleshy
banana out, and tossed the peel to the ground. He gobbled the banana down
quickly. From where the monkey sat in the leaves of the tree, he could
watch everything going on around him.
Marib could see the goats running by, bleating and
butting each other with their short, pointed horns. He was glad he wasnít
a goat. They canít climb trees and they donít have long tails.
He saw the camels grazing, nibbling on acacia trees,
chewing away. They had long, slimy tongues, big humps, and wiry fur. Marib
was glad he wasnít a camel. His fur was dark brown, soft, and clean.
Bananas tasted much better than prickly acacia trees.
Marib watched the ants marching along the dusty ground,
the bees flying back and forth from flower to hive, and the butterflies,
fluttering from the carnations, to the iris, to the tulips, and then to
It was a busy life down on the ground. He was glad he
lived in the trees, and especially glad he could swing from branch to
branch of all the trees. If he felt like eating a banana, he went and got
one. If he felt like eating a date, all he had to do was swing over to the
palm tree, climb up the long trunk, and pull down as many dates as he
wanted. If he felt like eating a pomegranate or fig, all he had to do was
hold onto the branches and leaves and swing over.
One morning Marib felt the wind blowing. He heard the
leaves rustling and smelled dampness in the air. He climbed up to the top
of the banana palm and looked around. He could see small branches and
pieces of paper blowing around. He felt the tree start to move back and
forth and knew a storm was nearing. Then the rain came. It pelted down on
his fur. Marib pulled some of the large green palm leaves over himself,
using them as an umbrella. It rained, and rained, and rained, all day
Marib didnít get wet as he was protected, but the
animals on the ground were having a hard time. He watched the ants, being
carried away by the water, their underground nests destroyed. He saw the
beehive disintegrating as the raindrops pounded its delicate skin to
pieces. He felt very sad as he watched the flower petals beaten and torn.
What would the butterflies do?
The goats slipped in the mud, as they ran about, not
sure where to go. Some hid under tree branches, but the ground still
turned to mushy goo. Soon their black hair was covered with thick,
reddish-brown muck. The camels were the only animals not seeming to mind
the onslaught of rain. They stood near the acacia trees, munching away as
their tan fur clumped into a stringy mass. Even though they stood in mud,
they could still move around.
After many hours, the rain stopped. The small rivers
that had flowed across the land, soaked into the sandy soil. The lizards
were the first to poke their heads out of the ground, making sure it was
safe. They scurried about, frantic, looking for something to eat. Wherever
the water had left the ants; thatís where they started digging new
tunnels. The bees started a new hive and the butterflies did the best they
could with what was left of the flowers.
Marib shook the leaves off. Water ran down to the
ground. He climbed down to where the cluster of bananas was and pulled one
off. He peeled the thick, yellow skin off and tossed it to the ground and
ate it quickly, thankful he lived in the trees.