Strange things have been happening in what used to be your home. Whilst you're running out of space and food, you're also rapidly running out of orangutans. As if the situation wasn't dire enough, rumours have been spreading of fellow red apes venturing past the new, smaller boundaries of the forest, and never coming back. Still, you've heard tales of row upon row of a new plant... maybe they could be new food for you to remember? Slowly you swing your way towards the border.
There are lots of palm oil trees everywhere. You peek through what would have been the equivalent of your front door, had it not been destroyed a long time ago. As your stomach grumbles, you make your way towards the nearest palms. I wonder if they are tasty?
SWISH! You look downwards and see another human, armed with a machete. Through your hunger, you remember some of the terrible rumours you've heard, look at the blade, and know where some of the orangutans have gone. Something inside you tells you to stay deathly quiet.
As you watch what is going on around you, sadly you realise that the palm oil plants aren't being grown for you, in fact it is the opposite - more of your home is being cut down and burned to make room for these horrible plantations. Little do you know that a lot of the humans are unhappy too - the palm oil industry can be linked to human rights abuse.