It was a chaotic moment on a dusty roadside — a car had swerved too fast near the forest’s edge, and in the confusion, a tiny baby monkey was found lying beside the road, barely moving.
Her name… would become Lori.
People rushed to the scene. Amid broken branches and scattered leaves, they saw her: a trembling bundle of fur, eyes wide with shock, legs curled close. Her body was scraped, her tail limp, and her breaths came in small, shallow gasps.
She had likely been with her troop, crossing the road when the accident happened. No adult monkeys were near. She had been left behind… or perhaps, the only one who survived.
A wildlife rescue volunteer knelt beside her gently. “You’re safe now, little girl,” she whispered, wrapping Lori in a soft towel.
The drive to the clinic was silent except for Lori’s soft, frightened whimpers. Every bump in the road made her flinch. She was weak… but holding on.
At the vet, they worked quickly: checking for broken bones, treating scrapes, and giving her warm fluids. No serious fractures — a miracle.
Lori wouldn’t eat at first. She just stared into space, confused and lost. But when a kind caretaker held her close and whispered, “You’re not alone,” Lori leaned in, resting her tiny head against a heartbeat that felt safe.
By nightfall, Lori was wrapped in a small blanket, her body warm, her eyes calmer.
She had survived a nightmare — and now, she had a second chance.
The road had nearly taken her… but love, speed, and kindness brought her back.
