The next day was full of fun and mischief for the family, but like every day, it eventually reached its end.

“Girls! Time to get ready for bed, my little monkeys!” Mama shouted, over the squeals and shouts of her daughters’ play.

With a bit of difficulty, Mama rounded up all seven of her young daughters and undressed along with them for the night. She helped them brush their teeth. She then scrubbed them clean in their bath, including their post-bath massage on their special girl-places. Naturally, Mama got her own special massage from the happy youngsters, too.

After their bath, Mama said, “Okay, little monkeys, you can play for ten minutes, and then it’s story time, and then into bed with you!”

“Yay!” yelled Allie, “Let’s jump on the bed!”

“Yeah!” cried her sisters.

So, all seven little monkeys climbed on the bed, and started jumping up and down, from Rosie, the oldest, down to Kaylee, the youngest.

They had only been jumping about the big bed for half a minute when Kaylee started giggling so hard that she doubled over, and fell right off the bed! As she fell, she tumbled, and landed right on her little head, with a loud BONK!

“Oh my, oh my, what was that?” ask Mama. “Dear me! Kaylee has fallen and bumped her head!”

Mama carefully scooped up the naked toddler and carried her to the kitchen table. Kaylee murmured quietly when she was laid on the hard table.

Mama quickly ran off and called the doctor, only pausing long enough to put on her nicest robe and a bit of makeup and to brush out her hair. “Hello? Doctor Menta? I need you at once, please come right over!”

When the doctor arrived, he said, “What seems to be the problem, Miss Simian?”

“We’ve known each other so long, I thought you might start calling me Satu by now,” pouted Mama, coyly. “Oh, but you must come and check on little Kaylee! She was jumping on the bed, and she fell and hit her head quite badly!”

“Yes, I see, I see,” said the doctor, as he inspected the injured girl.

“Will she be alright?” inquired Mama.

He shook his head. “I’m sorry to say that your daughter has a concussion. She is alive, but if she falls asleep right now she might slip into a coma.”

“Oh, what a shame!” cried Mama. “I suppose there is nothing to be done, then. We’ll have to put her down.”

The doctor nodded and gently squeezed the girl’s tiny neck until her heart stopped. While the doctor was quietly squeezing the life out of the toddler, Mama watched with wide eyes, and slipped a hand between her legs inside her robe, and used her other hand to firmly massage her breast over her robe.

“Hmm, well then, that takes care of that,” stated Doctor Menta. “However, it seems you’ve forgotten again, there should be no more little monkeys jumping on the bed!”

“Oh, whoops! I am a bit of a ditz, aren’t I, doctor?” said Mama, who was looking a little flushed. “It’s such a relief that you’ve come over so quickly once again!”

Doctor Menta said, “Good night, Miss Simian.” Then he hefted Kaylee over his shoulder and left.

When Mama returned to the bedroom, she slipped off her robe and removed her makeup. Then, Mama smiled, clapped her hands together, and called, “Come along, little monkeys! Get in bed with Mama, and I’ll read you a story.”

“Please, can we read this one, Mama?” asked Rosie, holding up a book.

“Rosie, the Christmas Turkey,” read Mama from the title. “Yum! You’re making me hungry!”

After reading the book, they all snuggled together and drifted off to sleep.