Greetings.

Here I am again telling grandmother story.

So here's how it goes..

In a not so faraway jungle, lived a cute Monkie who was protected by most if not all species of her kind.

Ever since young, she thought life's but a fairytale. The jungle where she has lived all her life was protected by mala'ak or better known as messengers.

But as years passed by, the Monkie is no longer protected by her guardian angels.

So the Monkie thought to herself, & she finally understood the real theory behind all these myths. That angels are but only haloes.

Story ends. Haha. Goodnight!