The park was alive with rustling leaves, birdsong, and the playful chatter of monkeys moving through the tall trees. But among all the lively sounds, one cry stood out—the stubborn little baby monkey clinging tightly to his mama.
Mama tried to set him down on the soft grass near a shady tree. She wanted to search for food nearby, but the baby monkey refused to let go. His tiny hands wrapped around her fur like vines, his big round eyes wide with fear. The moment his feet touched the ground, he wailed loudly, startling even the birds perched on the branches above.
Other monkeys nearby paused their play to glance at him, curious about the fuss. The baby monkey didn’t care—his entire world was Mama, and he wasn’t ready to let her take even a step away. He flailed his little legs, screeching and tugging at her arms, as though demanding, “Don’t leave me here, Mama!”
Mama tried to reassure him, nudging him gently, but his tantrum only grew louder. He rolled on the grass, grabbed at roots, and then scrambled right back onto her leg. His determination was unshakable.
Finally, Mama gave up with a patient sigh. She lifted him back into her arms, carrying him as she moved across the park. Instantly, the little monkey calmed, pressing his head against her chest with a satisfied hum.
Other monkeys continued to play freely, but this little one had made up his mind—he wasn’t ready to face the park without Mama’s protection. In her arms, he felt safe, warm, and loved. And for now, that was all he wanted.
