Week 14 Reading - Inayat. Twenty Jataka Tales Part A: The Monkey-Bridge

There was a group of monkeys that lived near a river with a great tree that bore fruit.
The monkeys never let any fruit fall into the river as they were afraid that if fruit fell in, it would float down to a human city and the humans would come searching for the fruit, thus forcing the monkeys away.
One fruit was hidden by an ant nest and fell into the river and floated to the city.
A king found it and tasted it and then ordered the tree the fruit came from be found.
The king ordered the monkeys killed. The monkey king leapt to another tree and tied a reed around his foot, then jumped back so that his people could cross to the other tree.
The reed was only long enough to allow him to grab the tree.
All of the monkeys fled, but one monkey jumped on the monkey king's back and broke it.
Then, they left him behind.
The human king brought him down and spoke to him, moved by what he saw.
The monkey king spoke some wisdom to him, then died.
The human king built a temple in the monkey king's honor.

Monkey Bridge

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Inayat. Twenty Jataka Tales

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