Near the quiet steps of an old temple, a soft, sad sound echoed through the grass.
“Eek… eek…”
A newborn baby monkey lay curled under a bush. His eyes were barely open. His tiny body shook with fear. He was cold, weak, and very hungry.
He didn’t know where his mother had gone. He just knew something was wrong. So he cried again.
“Eek… eek…”
Not far away, a kind man was walking near the temple wall. He heard the sound and stopped. “What is that?” he whispered.
He looked around carefully—and then saw the baby monkey, all alone, crying for his mother.
The man’s heart sank. “Oh no… poor little one.”
He knelt down slowly and spoke in a calm, quiet voice. “It’s okay. I’m here.”
The baby monkey looked up with tired eyes. He didn’t move, just made a tiny sound again.
The man gently wrapped him in a soft cloth and held him close. The monkey was so light—so fragile. His belly made a little noise. He was very, very hungry.
The man brought him to the rescue team nearby. “I found him alone. He’s calling for his mother, but she didn’t come.”
The rescuers nodded sadly. “He’s a newborn. He needs help fast.”
They gave the baby warm milk and checked his body. He had no big injuries—but he was weak.
The man stayed beside him, watching quietly.
The baby monkey closed his eyes, still holding the bottle with his tiny fingers.
He didn’t have his mother anymore. But he had been found by someone kind. He was safe now.
And for the first time, he stopped crying.
