It was a quiet morning in the forest until a soft rustling broke the silence. Beneath a tall fig tree, lying helplessly on a bed of fallen leaves, was a tiny, weak baby monkey — eyes barely open, chest rising and falling with difficulty.
He had fallen during the night.
Alone. Cold. Abandoned.
The rescue team, alerted by a local farmer, arrived quickly. One volunteer gently scooped the baby up in a soft cloth, whispering, “You’re safe now, little one.” The monkey let out a faint cry — barely a sound, but full of pain and fear.
His tiny arm was scraped, and his breathing was shallow. He couldn’t even lift his head.
Without wasting a second, they rushed him to the wildlife vet clinic.
Inside the clean, quiet exam room, the vet checked his limbs, heartbeat, and temperature. “He’s dehydrated, bruised, and weak… but he’s fighting.”
The team named him Lucky — because even after a fall and abandonment, he had found a second chance.
Warm fluids were given, his wounds cleaned gently, and a heated blanket wrapped around his fragile body. One caretaker sat beside him for hours, feeding him drops of milk and softly humming to ease his fear.
By evening, Lucky opened his eyes wider — a little sparkle, a little life.
He blinked up at the people around him… and for the first time, didn’t look afraid.
The jungle had let him fall, but kind hands had caught him.
That night, Lucky slept soundly in a cozy basket, safe and warm — his heartbeat steady, his spirit slowly returning.
