The tiny newborn monkey, Meeko, lay curled up in a soft blanket, his little body barely moving. His caretaker watched him with deep concern—Meeko had not drunk any milk all day. Usually, he would eagerly reach for the warm bottle, but today, he seemed weak and uninterested.
The man gently picked him up, feeling how light and fragile he was. “Come on, little one, you need to drink,” he whispered, bringing the milk bottle close to Meeko’s mouth. The baby monkey barely responded, his tiny hands weakly twitching. His caretaker frowned—this wasn’t normal.
Meeko’s eyes fluttered open for a moment, looking up with a tired expression. He let out a soft, weak whimper, then closed them again. The man’s heart tightened with worry. He gently stroked Meeko’s head, hoping to comfort him.
Determined, he warmed the milk a little more and tried again. “Just a few sips, Meeko,” he encouraged. This time, Meeko licked at the tip of the bottle but still didn’t drink properly.
As the evening approached, the caretaker wrapped Meeko in a warm cloth and placed him close to his chest. The warmth seemed to comfort the tiny monkey, and after a while, he made a faint sucking motion. Hope sparked in the man’s heart—maybe Meeko just needed a little extra care.
The night was long, with the caretaker staying by his side, trying every few minutes to offer milk. Finally, as the dawn light peeked through the window, Meeko weakly latched onto the bottle and took a few small sips.
It wasn’t much, but it was a start. The man sighed in relief, vowing to do everything he could to help the little newborn grow stronger.
