It was a hot summer night. The night was heavy with the humidity and smell of ripe mangoes and the grandchildren had come down to visit her. They were a joy and she had been looking forward to this time all through the year. But no one could disagree that her four little joys were also four little tail-less monkeys. They had run her ragged throughout the day and had still not wound down. She could hear them screaming and running and it was dinner time, something she was surely not looking forward to.
Looking out the kitchen balcony she could see the beautiful moon rising out from behind the palm trees when it stuck her.
Armed with mixed rice in a vessel, she called down to her monkeys " Come children, Its time for your dinner and If you will all come to the terrace with me, we can have a picnic and I shall tell you the story of .....
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