In the quiet corner of the yard, a tiny baby monkey sat weakly, his small body trembling. His face, usually full of mischief and energy, was pale with exhaustion. His stomach ached terribly, and every few minutes, he would whimper softly before suddenly vomiting again.
His tiny hands clutched his belly as if trying to ease the pain, but nothing seemed to help. His mom, noticing his suffering, rushed over and gently stroked his back, trying to comfort him. She held him close, whispering soothing words, but the poor little monkey could only groan weakly in response.
His once-bright eyes were now dull, filled with discomfort. His little body felt warm, showing signs of a fever. His mom wiped his face carefully, trying to clean the mess, but he was too weak even to resist.
Worried about his worsening condition, his mom decided to give him some water, hoping to help settle his stomach. She carefully lifted him in her arms and brought him inside, placing him on a soft blanket. The baby monkey curled up, whimpering as another wave of nausea hit him.
Time passed, and after some rest, the baby monkey slowly began to feel better. His mom stayed by his side the whole time, making sure he was warm and safe. Though he was still weak, the worst seemed to be over. With his mom’s love and care, he had a chance to recover and return to his playful self again.
