The morning air was crisp, and tiny baby monkey Max sat on the ground, shivering from the cold. His thin fur wasn’t enough to keep him warm, and he wrapped his little arms around himself, teeth chattering. He looked around desperately, searching for his dad.
“Daaad… Daaad!” Max whimpered, his voice shaky from the chill. He lifted his tiny hands, hoping his father would scoop him up and give him warmth.
But Dad was sitting a few feet away, grooming himself, unaware of Max’s distress. Max sniffled and tried crawling closer, his little body trembling with each step. He tugged at his dad’s arm, eyes wide with pleading.
“Brrr… Dad, I’m so cold!” he cried, pressing himself against his father’s side.
Dad turned to look at him, noticing how tiny Max was shivering. He let out a soft grunt and pulled Max into his arms, wrapping his long arms around his son’s frail body.
Max instantly snuggled into his father’s warm fur, his body finally finding relief from the freezing air. He let out a happy sigh, clinging tightly like a little koala.
But after a while, Dad gently pushed Max away. “You need to be strong, little one,” Dad seemed to say with a soft grunt.
Max pouted. He didn’t want to be strong right now—he wanted to stay warm! Desperate for more warmth, he grabbed at Dad’s fur, making little whimpering sounds.
Then, something wonderful happened. Dad stood up, walked over to a soft pile of leaves, and wrapped Max inside them like a tiny blanket. It wasn’t as warm as being in Dad’s arms, but it helped.
Max curled up, feeling better. He knew that no matter what, his dad would always make sure he was safe and warm.
