In the quiet morning, a soft whimpering sound echoed from a pile of trash near the village road. A tiny baby monkey, no more than a few months old, struggled weakly, tangled in a piece of plastic. His tiny limbs trembled as he tried to free himself, but the more he moved, the tighter the plastic wrapped around him.
A group of villagers noticed the distressing sight. “Oh no! Look at that poor baby!” one woman gasped, rushing toward him. The little monkey’s eyes were wide with fear. He squeaked helplessly, trying to crawl away, but his legs were trapped.
A kind man knelt down, speaking softly to calm the frightened baby. “Shhh, little one, we’re here to help,” he whispered. The monkey flinched but was too weak to resist. Carefully, the man pulled the plastic away from his tiny body. It had left red marks on his soft fur, showing how long he had been trapped.
Once free, the baby monkey curled up, exhausted and scared. A woman gently picked him up, wrapping him in a soft cloth. “He needs food and water,” she said, stroking his head. Another person brought a small bottle of milk, and as soon as the nipple touched his lips, he latched on, drinking hungrily.
Slowly, the baby monkey’s shivering stopped. His eyes, once filled with fear, softened as he felt warmth and care. The villagers decided to take him to a safe place where he could recover.
As they walked away, the little monkey clung tightly to the woman’s arm. He was safe now—rescued from danger, given a second chance at life.
