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     My mother told me about a girl monkey named 

Kymone.   She lived on a beautiful, bright, sunny 

island called Nilsad. Nilsad was a magical place. 

The sand was blue and the water was pink. It 

tasted like cotton candy. The coconuts could talk, 

the oranges could sing and all the monkeys had 

friends, except Kymone.    She wanted a friend but 

no monkey would be her friend.   She didn’t look 

like any of the other monkeys and they were afraid 

of her.  

She had three, long, lumpy, bumpy, legs and her 

nose was on her chin.   One of her hairy, arms was 

shorter than the other.   One hand had six fingers 

and the other only one. 

     Kymone lived alone on Nilsad's mountain at the 

dark, far end of the island.   She made a hidden 

blue, grey cave her home.   She busied herself 

everyday making her home beautiful with long, 

lush, green, tree limbs, and purple flowers with a 

feather or two she found outside her cave.  

Creativity was a gift Kymone was blessed to have.  

Her creations became her friends but she was still a 

very lonely, little monkey girl.   Now and then she 

ventured out at night to catch a glimpse of the 

other monkeys who lived in the valley.  

The monkeys looked so happy.   They were dancing 

and singing along with the coconuts and the 

oranges.   Some were stretched out on hammocks 

swinging to the notes of the melodies they heard.  

They were combing each other’s silky hair and 

making plans for the next day.   Kymone’s eyes 

filled with water as she longed to be with the 

others.   As she wiped a large tear from her cheek, 

Kymone heard the church bells that rang out every 

evening by the people in the town.   By now she 

learned to hum the soothing tunes. 

Kymone had a beautiful voice and made up words 

to make a song.  

She noticed that birds would gather around her to

hear her sing.

  They didn't seem to notice that she didn't look 

like the other monkeys, with her funny looking 

arms and a nose that sat on her crooked chin.  

Soon, Kymone grew to anticipate the bird visits.  

She prepared baskets of wild berries and seeds she 

picked from bushes at night.   The birds thanked 

her by returning songs of their own.   They chirped, 

whistled and flapped their wings with excitement 

for their new found friend. One day Kymone invited 

the birds into her freshly cleaned cave to view 

some of her creations.  

  One of the visitors was a cardinal bird called 

Dinarcal.   He was bright red with a yellow beak 

and black markings on his face.   He strolled 

around the cave and noticed a very tall iron bird 

cage.   Dinarcal flew up to the top of it so that he 

could get a closer look at what was inside.   The 

cage door was open wide and the spaces between 

the bars were twice as large as his little bird body.  

He looked inside and saw the loveliest cardinal girl 

bird he had ever seen.   She sat still on her perch 

and paid no attention to Dinarcal.   He sang his 

sweetest cardinal song but she did not look at him.  

Then he sang a song of sorrow.   In his song he told 

Kymone he was leaving because the beautiful, 

caged cardinal bird didn’t like him.     With a 

lowered head, Dinarcal tearfully flew to Kymone.  

She didn’t want him to feel sad.   Kymone’s sorrow 

soon left when she realized that she could create 

something that looked so real it could fool Dinarcal.  

Kymone decided to wallow in her new found power 

and did not tell Dinarcal that cardinal girl was one 

of her creations. She let the birds leave without 

telling them the truth.  

That night as Kymone prepared to watch the other 

monkeys in the valley, a brilliant thought came to 

her mind.   If Dinarcal believed the beautiful, cage 

bird girl was real, then why not make a real 

monkey friend for herself who would not fear her or 

ever leave. 

 Kymone went to work that very night.   She 

gathered mud, straw, bones and fur.   She plucked 

the eyes of a raccoon, the bones of a bear and the 

tails of three unsuspecting horses.   She frantically 

worked day and night.   Feathers flew, hair clumped 

and bones rattled.   She sewed and packed and 

stomped and weaved.   

She wanted this creation to be better than all the 

others.   She started to believe her own creation 

was a real monkey friend.   She never stopped to 

quench her thirst or feed herself.   She soon fainted 

from hunger and exhaustion.   She was unaware of 

time.   She didn’t notice the rising or setting of the 

sun.   She fell into a deep sleep.      Feeling better, 

Dinarcal and some of his bird friends flew back to 

the cave to visit Kymone.   They whistled and 

chirped a song of their arrival.   

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