Deep in a warm jungle lived a young monkey named Kimo.
One afternoon while swinging through the trees, Kimo noticed a strange basket hanging from a branch. Inside the basket were bright red fruits, shiny, sweet, and more beautiful than anything he had seen before.
Curious, Kimo climbed closer.
He reached his hand inside the basket and grabbed a handful of fruit. But when he tried to pull his hand back out, it wouldn't move. The opening was just large enough for his empty hand but too small for his closed fist.
Kimo panicked.
He pulled harder and harder, but the basket held him in place.
Soon an old owl watching from a nearby branch spoke gently.
"Little monkey, why are you trapped?"
"The basket caught me!" Kimo cried.
The owl shook his head.
"No, little one. The basket did not trap you. The fruit did."
Kimo looked at his clenched hand.
Slowly, he opened his fingers.
The fruit dropped to the ground.
His hand slipped free instantly.
Kimo sat quietly for a moment. The fruit had looked good, but holding onto it had nearly cost him his freedom.
From that day forward, whenever Kimo saw something tempting, he remembered the basket and asked himself a simple question:
"Is this fruit worth losing my freedom?"