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

“Little monkeys, it’s time for you to get ready for bed!” Mama shouted, over the squeals and shouts of her daughters’ play.

With slight difficulty, Mama rounded up all six 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.

When the girls were all ready for bed, Mama told them, “I’m going to give you ten minutes to play before story time, my little monkeys. Go on now and get that energy out.”

“Hooray!” yelled Amy. “Let’s jump on the bed!”

“Yeah!” cried her sisters.

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

A few jumps in, Sylvie was trying to jump just as high as she could and didn’t watch where she was going, so when she came down one leg went off the edge of the bed and she fell! The foot that had landed squarely on the bed twisted quite wrong, before she hit the floor with a loud WHUMP!

“Oh my, oh my, what was that?” ask Mama. “Dear me! Sylvie has fallen and hurt her leg!”

Mama carefully scooped up the naked toddler and carried her to the kitchen table. Sylvie whimpered 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 an artful application of fine 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?”

“Oh, doctor, I really don’t know why you are so formal with me,” pouted Mama, coyly. “Oh, but you must come and check on little Sylvie! She was jumping on the bed, and she fell and hurt her foot!”

“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 twisted her ankle. She is alive, but I’m afraid walking on that leg would hurt a fair bit.”

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

The doctor raised an eyebrow, then 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 grope her breast under her robe.

“Hmm, well then, that takes care of that,” stated Doctor Menta. “However, you really ought to have been more careful. So, there should be no more little monkeys jumping on the bed!”

“I have failed again,” admitted Mama, without taking her hands out of her robe. “But you must agree, no one is perfect. I am ever so grateful to you for coming over so quickly. I hope you have a wonderful night, doctor!”

Doctor Menta said, “Well, yes, I suppose so. Good night, then.” Then he hefted Sylvie over his shoulder and left.

When Mama returned to the bedroom, she slipped off her robe and removed her makeup. Once undressed, Mama slipped into bed and called to her five naked daughters, “Come along and let me read you a story, little monkeys.”

“I want this one,” stated Allie, holding up a book.

“The Five-Girl Night,” read Mama from the title. “Ah, how appropriate! That’s just what I’ve got tonight!”

After reading the book, the five naked girls piled on top of their mama and they drifted off to sleep.