Little PiPi was playing near the base of a big tree, his tiny hands gripping a stick as he curiously poked at fallen leaves. The morning was peaceful, the breeze cool against his soft fur. But suddenly, a rustling sound came from the bushes nearby. PiPi froze, his round eyes widening in fear as he spotted something slithering toward him—a snake!
The small monkey’s body stiffened, his tiny chest rising and falling quickly with panic. The snake wasn’t large, but to PiPi, it looked terrifying. Its smooth, scaly body glided across the ground, its forked tongue flicking in and out. PiPi let out a sudden, sharp cry, his whole body trembling as he scrambled backward.
Tears welled up in his eyes as he screamed for his mother, his tiny hands waving desperately. His tail curled tightly around his body as he crouched down, too frightened to move. His cries grew louder, echoing through the trees as he called out, hoping someone would come to his rescue.
Hearing his distress, PiPi’s mother rushed to him, her face filled with worry. She spotted the snake instantly and, without hesitation, jumped forward, baring her teeth and letting out a fierce warning call. The snake, startled by the sudden attack, hesitated before slithering away into the underbrush.
PiPi, still shaking, whimpered as he clung tightly to his mother’s fur. His tiny fingers dug into her as he buried his face against her chest, his body still trembling from the fright. His mother gently patted his head, her warmth and presence slowly calming his racing heart.
Safe in his mother’s embrace, PiPi sniffled, his fear fading little by little. Though he was still scared, he knew that as long as his mother was near, no snake—or anything else—could ever truly harm him.
