Tiny Lolo, the smallest baby in the monkey family, was full of energy and joy that morning. The sun had just peeked through the trees, casting golden rays across the leafy forest floor. Dad was sitting nearby, grooming himself and enjoying a quiet moment—but Lolo had other plans.
With his little arms stretched wide, Lolo suddenly threw himself into the air and twisted mid-jump like a tiny, fuzzy gymnast. His curved body formed a perfect arc, his hands flailing like they were painting the sky. It looked just like a rainbow—soft, round, and glowing with joy.
Dad blinked in surprise and let out a hearty chuckle.
Lolo wasn’t finished.
He landed with a roll, popped up with a squeaky giggle, and did it again—this time even bigger, twisting like a falling leaf in the wind. Every time he landed, he’d glance up at Dad to see if he was watching.
And of course, Dad was completely mesmerized.
“Are you trying to fly, my little rainbow?” Dad teased, clapping his hands together in amusement.
Lolo squeaked back in pride, spinning on one foot before falling onto his back dramatically—arms wide, legs wiggling in the air.
The forest echoed with laughter. Other monkeys peeked around to see what the fun was all about, and soon a few young ones joined in, mimicking Lolo’s dramatic rainbow gestures.
But it was still Lolo’s moment.
Dad scooped him up with pride, cradling the little performer in his arms and kissing his forehead gently. “You’re my colorful little star,” he whispered.
Tiny Lolo beamed, nuzzling into his dad’s chest. Nothing made him happier than knowing he’d made his daddy smile.
