Deep in the quiet jungle, a tiny baby monkey sat alone on the cold ground, trembling with fear. His wide, teary eyes searched desperately for his mother, but no one was there. The trees swayed gently in the wind, but to the little monkey, the rustling leaves sounded scary in the silence.
Suddenly, a sharp cry echoed through the jungle. It was his own voice—a heartbreaking, desperate scream for help. He had never been this alone before. His tiny body shook, his tail curled tightly around himself for comfort, but it wasn’t enough. He needed his mom.
A faint rustling sound made him freeze. Was it danger? His heartbeat raced as he looked around, terrified that something might come out of the shadows. His small hands clutched at the dirt beneath him. Would anyone hear his cry?
Then, a familiar voice broke through the silence. His mother! Her soft calls made his ears perk up, and with every shaky breath, he cried even louder, hoping she would find him faster.
Moments later, she appeared, rushing towards him. Warm arms wrapped around his tiny body, pulling him close. The baby monkey sobbed into her fur, clinging tightly. He was safe.
His mom gently stroked his head, whispering soft sounds to calm him. His cries slowly faded into sniffles, his tiny hands never letting go. He would never be left alone again.
