Then they threw the round brown nuts down on a flat stone under the tree, cracking the shell so they could pick out the white meat.
"Oh, but this is good!" exclaimed Mappo, as he chewed some of the pieces his brothers and sisters gave him.
All of a sudden, as the little monkeys were eating away, there sounded a rustling in the trees. Something was coming through the branches.
"Look out!" cried Jacko.
"Run!" shouted Mappo.
"Don't be afraid, children, it's only your papa," said a kind, chattering voice, and [Mr. Monkey, with a bunch of bananas slung over his back, came scrambling up to the tree-house.]
"Did you see the tiger?" asked Mrs. Monkey.
"No, but I heard the other monkeys calling out about him, so I was careful," said the papa monkey. "Are you all right here?"
"Oh, yes. We saw him in time," spoke Mrs. Monkey.
"Oh, papa, I can open a cocoanut!" cried Mappo.