Buhuki was a baby monkey. He was the only baby in the family. His mother and father loved him very much. When he was very young, he clung to his mother’s belly, as they traveled. When his mother jumped from tree to tree, he held on tight. Sometimes, he fell asleep along the way. As he grew older, he went with his father, riding on his shoulder. His father taught him how to jump from one tree to another, and how to clutch the branches, to keep from falling. He learnt it all very quickly, just like his father. His mother and father were very proud of their son.
Another delightful children’s story by this author. This one tells of a little monkey who spends his days eating fruit and befriending the local children. One day he steals a Peni waraka fruit away from a murder of crows. As they give chase our hero ends up covered in cotton wool (presumably a native crop). He is then mistaken for a ghost by the villagers and by his own troop of monkeys. In the end his mother recognises his voice and he is reunited with his family. So the story is just about a silly mishap and it does not contain any key message or moral (other than don’t steal food from other animals). However, it is told in a charming manner and the references to native Sri-Lankan plants and animals make it quite unusual.