It was a sunny afternoon, and the rice field near the house was glowing with vibrant green grass swaying gently in the breeze. The tranquil beauty of the field made it a favorite spot for Harry’s mom to take him for some fresh air and playtime. But for Harry, the 5-month-old baby monkey, the vastness of the field was anything but comforting. As they reached the edge of the field, Harry clung tightly to his mom’s neck. His tiny hands gripped her shirt as he glanced nervously at the ground below. The endless green grass seemed intimidating to him, and the occasional chirps of birds only made him more on edge.
“Harry, it’s a beautiful day,” his mom said softly, adjusting his tiny body in her arms. “Why don’t you try running around a little? The grass is soft, and there’s so much space for you to explore.” But Harry wasn’t interested in exploring. The moment his mom bent down to place him on the ground, he let out a loud, terrified cry. His little legs kicked frantically, and his tail wrapped tightly around her arm. He shook his head vehemently, tears streaming down his cheeks.
“No, no, no!” Harry seemed to say in his baby cries, burying his face in her shoulder. His mom sighed but smiled warmly. “Harry, sweetheart, you can’t stay in my arms forever. Look at all this lovely grass. It’s perfect for running and playing!” She gently placed him on the ground, hoping he might feel the soft grass and change his mind. But the moment Harry’s feet touched the earth, he froze like a statue. His tiny body trembled, and his lips quivered as he let out another wail.
Harry sat down abruptly on the grass, his little hands reaching up toward his mom, his face scrunched in desperation. His cries grew louder as he shook his head, refusing to move an inch. His mom crouched beside him, stroking his back. “Harry, Mommy’s right here. I won’t leave you. Just try to take one little step.” But Harry wasn’t having any of it. He threw himself back onto the grass, arching his tiny body and flailing his arms. His cries echoed across the field, scaring off a few nearby sparrows. His mom couldn’t help but chuckle softly at her dramatic little boy.
“Alright, alright, my brave little monkey,” she said, scooping him back into her arms. “No playing on the ground today, huh?” The moment he was back in her embrace, Harry calmed down slightly, though he continued to sniffle. He clung to her tightly, burying his face in her neck as if the ground was a monster waiting to gobble him up. His mom carried him to a shady spot under a tree at the edge of the rice field. Sitting down, she placed Harry on her lap and let him cling to her as he continued to steal nervous glances at the green expanse. She picked a blade of grass and gently tickled his tiny fingers with it, hoping to ease his fear.
“See, it’s just grass, Harry. It’s soft, not scary,” she said soothingly. Harry sniffled, cautiously reaching out to touch the blade of grass. For a moment, he seemed curious, but the sight of the vast field still made him uneasy. His mom decided not to push him further. “We’ll try again another day when you’re ready,” she said, kissing the top of his tiny head. As they sat under the tree, the breeze ruffled Harry’s fur, and his mom hummed a soft tune to calm him. While he wasn’t ready to face the big, open rice field yet, Harry knew he was safe in his mom’s arms. For now, that was enough. Someday, he would find the courage to explore the world around him, but until then, his mom would always be there, patient and loving, guiding him every step of the way.
