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“I don’t even like nuts,” he said, as he swung off.For a little while the forest was quiet. Then came a rustling

and a scrabbling. Two squirrels came scampering along the branches to the hole. One reached a paw inside.“Here’s one for you,” it said to its friend. It reached

in again. “And one for me.”They sat and munched, listening to the cackle of

a hornbill.

cackle cackle

Little Monkey would not give up. He pulled. He tugged. He screwed up his face really hard and pulled again. The hornbill lost interest and flapped away.Little Monkey tried again.

Really, his fist would not come out. Oh panic! He was stuck!With a yowl, Little Monkey

let all the nuts go and pulled his unclenched fist away.