
In the quiet corner of the park, baby Leo lay still on the grass, his tiny body curled up as if trying to hide from the world. Normally, Leo was a lively little monkey, always hopping from branch to branch and exploring every corner of his home. But today, he had no strength left — his eyes were half-closed, and his breathing was soft and slow.
His mother, Libby, sat a short distance away, distracted by other monkeys and the tempting fruit scattered nearby. She didn’t notice that her baby hadn’t had enough milk for days. The green leaves swayed above them, and the air was fresh, but Leo felt nothing except the ache of hunger deep in his little belly.
Visitors passed by, some stopping to watch the troop play, but none realized that the tiny baby lying motionless on the grass was in trouble. Occasionally, Leo twitched his tail or tried to lift his head, but each attempt ended in weakness.
Finally, a kind human spotted him. Kneeling down, they gently scooped Leo into their hands. His fur was warm from the sun but dusty from lying on the ground. He didn’t resist; instead, he rested his head against the person’s fingers, too tired to even make a sound.
Libby noticed then and came closer, her eyes flicking between her baby and the stranger. There was no anger — just a quiet understanding that Leo needed help.
A warm bottle of milk was quickly prepared, and as the first drops touched his lips, Leo began to suck slowly, his tiny hands pressing against the bottle. Within minutes, his energy began to return, and a small spark of life lit up his eyes again.