A peaceful morning in the forest turned terrifying in an instant.
Little baby monkey Timo had been playing high in the branches, full of joy, curiosity, and adventure. He was just learning to climb like the older monkeys. But he was still small… and not yet steady.
One misstep.
One weak branch.
And suddenly—he slipped.
There was no time to scream. No chance to grab on. Timo tumbled down through the leaves and vines, hitting branches as he fell. Then—thud.
Silence.
Timo lay motionless on the forest floor, eyes shut tight, his tiny limbs curled awkwardly. His chest rose faintly. He was breathing—but unconscious.
The jungle fell still. Even the birds quieted.
Above, his mother let out a loud, frantic cry. She darted down the tree like lightning, pushing past vines and rocks to get to him. Her heart pounded in panic as she reached her baby. She picked him up gently, whispering and crying softly, hoping he would respond.
His body was warm, but still. For a long moment, it felt like the world had stopped.
Then—he twitched. His little fingers moved slightly. A small groan escaped his lips.
“Mama…”
His eyes opened slowly, dazed and confused. His mother gasped with relief and kissed his tiny forehead again and again.
