It was a warm afternoon, and baby monkey Lito was sitting on the soft grass, holding his favorite treat — a ripe, golden mango. His tiny fingers gripped it tightly as juice dripped down his chin. Every bite made his eyes sparkle; mango time was his happiest time of the day.
Mom watched lovingly from nearby, smiling at the sight of her little one eating with such joy. “Slow down, Lito,” she called softly. “You’ll make a mess.” But Lito didn’t listen — he was too focused, nibbling and humming happily, his face sticky with fruit.
Then, in a split second, the unexpected happened. The slippery mango slipped from his tiny hands, rolled across the grass, and tumbled into the dirt. Lito froze, staring at it in disbelief. His mouth opened slightly, and his lower lip began to quiver.
He reached out for it, but the fruit was already far away. That’s when it hit him — his delicious mango was gone! His big brown eyes filled with tears, and a loud, heartbroken cry echoed through the yard.
“Eee! Eee!” he wailed, stamping his tiny feet. His shoulders shook as tears streamed down his cheeks. It wasn’t just the mango — it was his moment of joy that slipped away.
Mom hurried over, trying not to laugh at the adorable but dramatic scene. She knelt beside him and rubbed his back gently. “Oh, my sweet boy,” she said softly, “it’s just a mango. Don’t cry.” But Lito cried even louder, pointing at the fruit lying in the dirt as if begging her to save it.
Mom picked it up, wiped it with a cloth, and smiled. “Here, all clean now.” But Lito shook his head, still sniffling. So, she opened another mango and handed it to him.
The moment he saw it, his tears stopped. His tiny hands grabbed the fresh piece, and he took a big bite, eyes bright again. Mom giggled, “You little drama king.”
Lito munched happily once more, tail wagging, his earlier sadness forgotten.
Because even for a baby monkey, sometimes the smallest accidents feel like the biggest heartbreaks — until love (and another mango) make everything better again.
