Little baby monkey Dorn had wandered a bit too far this morning. His playful spirit led him climbing up a tall banana tree, chasing after a fluttering butterfly. The higher he went, the more excited he became—until he looked down.
Suddenly, everything felt too high. The leaves rustled under his tiny feet, and the wind made the tree sway slightly. Dorn froze. His tiny fingers clutched the banana stem tightly, and a wave of panic took over his face.
“MAAA!!” he screamed out, voice echoing through the forest.
He called again, louder this time—his high-pitched cry piercing the early morning stillness. His little eyes were wide with fear, and he began bouncing nervously, unsure of how to get back down. His baby cries grew more desperate, his body trembling, his tiny chest heaving.
Down below, mama heard him.
She rushed to the base of the tree, looking up with concern. “Dorn!” she called softly, trying to calm him. But Dorn didn’t stop. He was crying so hard now, tiny tears glistening on his fur. He stretched his arms out as if she could grab him from all the way down there.
Mama quickly climbed the tree like a seasoned pro, branch by branch, moving with the ease only a monkey mother knew. When she reached him, Dorn immediately jumped into her arms, wrapping his arms and legs tightly around her.
His cries softened into sniffles as he buried his face into her neck. Mama whispered comforting sounds, gently rocking him even while still perched high on the tree. He was safe now.
Mama climbed back down slowly, with Dorn in her arms. Once on the ground, she sat with him under the shade, rubbing his back and letting him know—no matter where he went, she’d always be there to catch him.
