Late one evening, deep in the jungle, a rusted old suitcase lay abandoned beneath a thick tree. Inside, two tiny baby monkeys, Kiko and Lulu, huddled together, frightened and confused. They didn’t know how they had ended up there—all they remembered was being taken from their mothers and placed inside the dark, cramped space.
Hours passed, and the suitcase remained still. The jungle outside was loud with the sounds of chirping birds and rustling leaves, but inside, the babies were silent, their tiny bodies shivering.
Then, footsteps.
A human, a kind traveler named Sam, was walking through the jungle, searching for a safe place to rest when he spotted the old suitcase. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Who would leave a suitcase all the way out here?” he wondered.
Curious, he bent down and carefully unzipped it. The moment the lid lifted, two pairs of wide, terrified eyes stared up at him.
“Oh my goodness…” Sam gasped. “Baby monkeys?”
Kiko whimpered and hid behind Lulu, but Lulu, though scared, let out a tiny squeak. Sam’s heart ached at the sight. Someone had abandoned these poor little creatures.
Gently, he reached out his hand. “It’s okay, little ones. I won’t hurt you.”
Lulu sniffed his fingers, and after a moment, Kiko followed. Slowly, Sam lifted them out of the suitcase, holding them close. Their fur was soft, but their tiny bodies trembled.
Determined to help, Sam carried them carefully toward a nearby wildlife rescue center, where kind hands would take care of them.
“You’re safe now,” he whispered. “No more suitcases. No more fear.”
And for the first time in days, Kiko and Lulu closed their eyes, feeling warmth, safety, and love.
