The sky had started to darken, and a chill breeze rustled through the trees. Tiny Baby Alan, a curious little monkey, had wandered too far from home during his afternoon playtime. At first, he was happy—chasing butterflies and picking up sticks. But when he looked around, he realized… he was completely alone.
No mom.
No familiar faces.
Just the vast open space and his tiny, beating heart pounding with fear.
Alan let out a sharp, piercing cry. “Eee-eee!” he screamed, his voice echoing through the fields. He began running—his tiny legs stumbling over the grass—as he tried to find the way back home. Tears streamed down his furry cheeks. He cried louder with every step, his panic growing stronger.
His little voice reached the ears of his caretaker, who had been searching frantically nearby. “Alan!” the caretaker called.
The moment Alan heard the voice, he let out an even louder scream—full of relief, fear, and heartbreak. He ran straight toward the sound, crying uncontrollably. His small body crashed into the caretaker’s arms, shaking, breathless, and sobbing.
“Oh baby… you’re safe now,” the caretaker whispered, hugging him close. Alan buried his face in the caretaker’s chest, refusing to let go.
He had been brave… but he was still just a baby.
After a few minutes, the sobs softened. Alan looked up with tired eyes, still clinging tightly, afraid to be alone again. He was taken back home, gently wrapped in a warm towel, and given a small banana piece—just enough to calm him down.
That night, Alan didn’t want to sleep alone. He curled beside his caretaker, holding on tightly, needing love more than ever.
