The Keeper of the Quiet Canopy
A gibbon known as Kavi was different from the other gibbons. While the others spent their morning sweeping acrobatics through the high canopy, filling the misty jungle air with their loud echoing morning sounds, Kavi preferred the stillness of the lower branches. Kavi was thick and fluffy with light brown fur. He was always seen curled up tightly, hugging his limbs close to his body. Passersby always thought he was sad, but he was a good listener; he could hear what the other gibbons couldn't hear, flying over branches.
Sitting in that position, in such a posture, was a daily routine as he awaited his favorite part of the day. No one disturbed him; he was allowed the stillness he enjoyed for the moment. As the golden beam finally broke through the leaves, touching his fluffy fur, he slowly and gently uncurled himself. He seemed to find strength from the morning light. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before letting out a soft, low whistle. It was his only contribution to the song of the forest. People enjoyed watching him uncurl as he made those soft songs, different from the other gibbons. Kavi never changed; his peculiar nature among the other gibbons made him a center of attraction.