Once in a castle, shiny and bright, lived Princess Samayah, a five-year-old delight. With flowers and trees and a yard big and wide, and butterflies dancing right outside. She had toys and treats and all she could see, but Samayah was not as kind as could be.
"Bring me my juice!” she would loudly say, “I want my toy! Now! Right away!” No “please” and no “thank you,” not even one time, her words were not gentle, her tone was not kind. The Queen said softly, “Kindness is key,” The King said, “Be who you’re meant to be.” But Samayah just huffed and turned away, “I’m a princess. I don’t have to say.”
Out in the garden, under a tree, lived Miko the monkey, as clever as can be. With magic so special, a trick he could do, he could switch bodies, just like that, poof! He watched little Samayah stomp and shout, and said, “I think I can help her out.”
With a snap of his fingers, quick as can be, Samayah became Miko, and Miko was she! “What happened to me?” “I have little hands and a tail I can see!” Miko just smiled and walked right inside, “Let’s show her kindness,” he said with pride.
“May I have ice cream, please?” he said sweet. The servants all smiled as they brought him a treat. “Thank you so much,” he said with care, kind words filled the air everywhere.
Samayah tried shouting, “Hey! Over here!” But no one would listen or come near. “Not now, little monkey,” a servant said, and gently walked on ahead.
Samayah felt something she never knew, a quiet, sad feeling slowly grew. She watched Miko smile and eat his food, saying “thank you” in a gentle mood. The servants were happy, their faces so bright, everything felt warm and light.
Samayah stepped forward, soft and slow, “Can I have some juice, please?” she said low. The servant smiled, “Yes, of course,” and handed it to her without remorse. “Thank you,” Samayah said with care, and felt a warm feeling everywhere.
Miko nodded, “Now you see, kindness is how it’s meant to be.” With one more snap, quick and fast, they switched right back at last. Samayah stood in her dress once more, but she was different than before.
“Can I have a snack, please?” she said, her voice now calm, her tone soft instead. “Of course,” they smiled, happy and true. “Thank you,” she said, “for all that you do.”
From that day on, she was kind and sweet, with gentle words for all she’d meet. For a princess is not just a crown on her head, it’s the kind, loving words she chooses instead. And under the tree, with a happy grin, sat Miko the monkey, proud within.
