It started as a regular sunny afternoon in the garden. The baby monkeys were out playing—tumbling, climbing, and chasing each other through the soft grass. But suddenly, a sharp cry echoed from behind the bushes.
“Eeeek! Eeeek!”
Everyone froze.
Mom rushed over, and what she saw made her heart drop. Tiny little Bibi, the youngest monkey of them all, was tangled in a piece of plastic wrapping. It was tight around his waist and one leg, cutting off his movement. His eyes were wide with fear, his small hands pulling desperately.
“Hold on, Bibi! Mama’s here!”
Bibi whimpered, trembling. He didn’t understand what was happening—only that he couldn’t move and the more he struggled, the tighter it got.
Mom gently cradled him and quickly began untangling the plastic. It took careful fingers and calming words.
The other babies gathered nearby, whispering and peeking through their fingers.
“Is he okay?” Emma asked.
“Where did that plastic come from?” said Dam angrily. “That doesn’t belong in our garden!”
Finally, with one last careful tug, Mom freed Bibi. He clung to her, breathing fast, his little body still shaking.
“It’s okay now,” she whispered, stroking his back. “You’re safe.”
But her eyes were serious. She looked around the yard and spotted more pieces of trash caught in the bushes—plastic bags, wrappers, and bottle rings.
“This can’t happen again,” she said firmly. “We have to keep our home clean.”
That day, the monkey family came together. They picked up every bit of plastic, learning that even one piece could hurt someone small.
And little Bibi? He stayed close to Mom, holding her finger tight.
Because now they all knew—playgrounds should never be places of danger
