Milo, a small monkey with a tuft of hair standing on top of his head, sat on a low branch, sulking. . Lila, an old parrot with feathers that shone like emeralds, noticed him from a nearby perch. "Why the frown, Milo?" She asked. "Everyone thinks I'm too small to be important," Milo grumbled, scratching the bark of the tree with his tiny claws.

As Milo swung through the branches he noticed a glowing fruit, Its light cast a warm glow on Milo's curious face. "What's this?" He asked. The fruit felt warm and powerful.

Milo couldn't shake the feeling that the fruit held the key to his dreams. "This could make me king of the treetops," he thought, . Lila, who had been watching silently, flapped over to him. "Be wary, young one," she cautioned, her eyes wise and knowing.

"I don't need advice," he snapped, clinging to the fruit. "Remember, Milo, true strength lies not in power, but in how you use it," she said softly, before flying off into the woods..

Left alone, Milowondered what Lila meant. Could it be that maybe I don’t need magical fruit to make my dreams come true?