Under the soft sunlight in the garden, where green grass stretched like a peaceful blanket, a playful puppy wagged its tail, bouncing with excitement. He barked joyfully and ran in circles, clearly eager to make a new friend.
But Monika, the baby monkey, wasn’t interested.
Perched on a low wooden beam near the garden path, Monika hugged her knees, watching the puppy with a look that said, “No, thank you.” Her tail flicked slightly behind her, and her eyebrows furrowed as the puppy came closer, tongue out and full of energy.
The puppy playfully nudged her foot with his nose, letting out a happy yip. Monika gave a tiny squeal—not of joy, but of warning. She shifted away and climbed a bit higher onto the beam, giving the puppy a serious side-eye.
Everyone expected her to join in. After all, most baby monkeys loved to chase and tumble and play. But not Monika. Not today.
She just sat, arms crossed, and turned her back to the puppy. The little pup barked again and ran in a few excited circles, but when Monika didn’t move, he finally lay down on the grass, disappointed but not angry.
Monika peeked over her shoulder at him, her expression softening just a bit. She didn’t hate the puppy—she just wasn’t in the mood for chaos. Maybe she needed more time, or maybe she simply liked quieter company.
Sometimes, even baby monkeys just want a little peace.
And as the puppy began to doze in the sun and Monika relaxed in her spot above, a calm, silent friendship formed—no chasing, no tumbling, just quiet togetherness in the gentle green of the garden.
