Baby LEO was feeling playful today. He had found a small patch of dry grass and was happily rolling, kicking his tiny legs in the air, enjoying the cool breeze and freedom. But Mom had other plans. She had already called him three times, grunting and waving for him to follow. They needed to head back to their nest before the sky turned dark.
But LEO, being a stubborn little monkey, pretended not to hear. He rolled over again, picked up a twig, and playfully tossed it. Mom’s patience wore thin.
She stomped over through the mud, her expression stern. With one strong arm, she reached down and grabbed LEO gently—but firmly. LEO let out a surprised squeak, wriggling to get free, not expecting Mom to react so strongly.
As she tugged him along through the muddy trail, he cried out, little squeals and squeaks echoing behind them. The wet earth clung to his fur, making him look even more pitiful. He didn’t understand why Mom was upset. His tiny eyes filled with tears, and his hands stretched out toward her, now desperate for comfort.
Seeing him like that, covered in mud and trembling, Mom paused. Her own heart softened. She pulled him into her lap, cleaned the mud off his little face with her hands, and gave his head a loving lick.
LEO clung to her neck, quiet now, realizing she wasn’t being mean—she just wanted him safe. Their bond, though shaken for a moment, was still strong. Even when discipline came with a tug or a scold, it came from love.
