The room was filled with soft squeaks and the not-so-soft smell of new beginnings.
Two newborn baby monkeys had just arrived — freshly rescued, barely a day old, and full of sticky fur and wild little grunts. They were wrapped in thin towels, their tiny fingers still curled from the womb. Their names hadn’t even been chosen yet.
But one thing was certain: they had just been adopted.
The caretaker gently unwrapped them on a warm blanket. Their fur was coated with birth residue, a little wet, a little sticky… and honestly, a bit smelly. But they were perfect in their own messy way.
One of them stretched a leg, making a tiny chirp as his belly rumbled. The other blinked slowly, scrunching her face from the strong smell she herself carried. Their noses twitched, as if confused by their own scent!
The first task was clear: bath time.
Warm water was prepared in a shallow tub. The caretaker scooped the little ones one by one, gently rubbing them with soft cloths. Tiny toes kicked in surprise. They squeaked, whimpered, then slowly relaxed — enjoying the warmth, the touch, the love.
When the bath was done, the towels were swapped for fresh ones. Powder, a warm bottle of milk, and lots of cuddles followed.
Now clean, fluffy, and snuggled in a basket together, the two looked almost proud — eyes sleepy, bodies calm, full bellies rising and falling in rhythm.
Their past was behind them. The jungle, the fear, the loneliness — all gone.
They were adopted. They were loved.
And soon, their smell would fade — but their story was just beginning. 🐒✨
