Some time ago, in the core of an African wilderness, there carried on with a fierce ruler of the monsters - a lion that was dreaded by every one of the creatures. He was the transcending token of force, and his thunder could freeze the hearts of his preys.

The lion was the undisputed leader of the wilderness, and he utilized his solidarity and crafty strategies to compel the creatures to submit to his orders. The more modest animals of the forest were reluctant to sass him, while the greater creatures contemplated about opposing his power.

Yet, all through his rule, the lion never understood that his solidarity was matched by guile, and that one creature in the wilderness could get him down a snapshot of unguardedness.

The creature being referred to was a little, vigorous monkey that was continuously chatting and moving about the wilderness. The monkey never showed any apprehension about the ruler of the monsters, and he generally sassed him at whatever point the need emerged.