Tiny baby Binky sat alone high up in the tree, his little arms clinging to a branch with all the strength his tired body could manage. The sun was starting to set, and the warm golden light painted his fur gently—but there was no warmth in his heart. His eyes were heavy with sleep, but his mind was full of fear and sadness.
Earlier in the day, Binky had followed his mother through the forest, excited by the rustling leaves and playful birds. But in all his energy, he didn’t notice how far behind he had fallen. By the time he stopped and looked around, his mom was gone. He called out with tiny squeaks and cries, but the forest gave no reply.
Now, up in that tree, Binky was exhausted. His stomach rumbled from hunger, and his cries became softer as his energy faded. He wiped his little face with muddy hands, hoping someone—anyone—would hear him. But no one came. The forest grew quiet as night approached, and the baby monkey started to tremble.
He curled up on the branch, trying to find a comfortable spot. His tears soaked the wood beneath him, and still, no arms came to hold him, no voice whispered comfort, no soft touch brought peace.
But just when hope was slipping away, a gentle rustle came from the trees below. A caretaker who had been searching the forest heard Binky’s quiet sobs. Looking up, he spotted the tiny figure.
With a kind voice, he called out, and Binky’s tired eyes lit up just a little. Help was finally coming. Love was on the way.
No more crying alone. No more nights without care. Sweet little Binky was about to be held, fed, and loved like he always deserved.
