a painting of a monkey sitting in the jungle

In the heart of a lush forest, by a shimmering river, lived a mischievous monkey named Milo. Milo, with his endless energy and acrobatic skills, swung from tree to tree, the life of the jungle. One scorching afternoon, a grumpy crocodile named Carl lumbered out of the river, his belly rumbling.Their paths often crossed, with Milo showering Carl with playful taunts from the safety of the branches. But today, Carl had a cunning plan. "Greetings, friend Milo," Carl rasped, his voice dripping with false sincerity. "Those mangoes you devour look delightful. Would you care to share a few?"Milo, surprised by the sudden politeness, tossed down a few juicy mangoes. Carl, famished, gobbled them down with a grateful grunt. This unexpected exchange continued for days. Milo, charmed by Carl's newfound manners, even started visiting him by the riverbank, sharing stories and laughter.One day, Carl, unable to bear the charade any longer, revealed his true motive. "Dear Milo," he sighed, "my wife has a terrible craving for mo