He found her by accident — a man walking past an abandoned backyard where old cooking pots had been tossed around. That’s when he saw a tiny baby monkey, no more than a few weeks old, covered head to toe in sticky white paste, whimpering softly.
Her fur was matted. Her little face was smeared. She looked terrified and completely confused. The paste wasn’t food — just an old pot of rice glue left behind. Jenny must have been starving, trying to lick whatever she could find. Instead, she got herself trapped in the mess.
The man’s heart ached.
He gently approached. Jenny didn’t run. She couldn’t. Her hands were stuck to her body, and she was shivering from fear and cold. He whispered softly, wrapped her in a warm towel, and brought her home.
In his small kitchen, he ran warm water into a basin. The moment Jenny felt the warmth, she clung to his arm with what little strength she had left. He cleaned her slowly, patiently, wiping off every patch of paste. Her cries faded to soft squeaks.
After the bath, he dried her with a soft cloth, held her to his chest, and gave her a small bottle of milk.
Jenny drank like she hadn’t eaten in days.
That night, she curled in a blanket near him — safe, clean, and no longer alone.
