It was a peaceful morning in the monkey enclosure—until Jester decided to stir up trouble.
Little, energetic, and always full of mischief, Jester couldn’t resist poking fun at the tiniest baby nearby. He tugged on the baby’s tail, snatched a banana right out of its hands, and even gave a rough little push when no one was looking.
The baby squeaked in shock and sat down hard, eyes watering.
But someone had been watching.
Grandma Jade.
Wise, older, and respected by all the monkeys, Jade didn’t miss a thing. The moment she saw Jester’s behavior, her mood changed in a flash.
She marched right over, stood tall, and gave Jester a hard stare. Her tail flicked, her eyes narrowed, and she let out a loud grunt.
“Enough!”
Jester froze. The mischief drained from his face as he looked up at Grandma Jade. She didn’t hit. She didn’t bite. But her presence alone was enough to stop him in his tracks.
She pushed him away gently but firmly—clear rejection. Then, without a word, she picked up the baby and pulled it close, grooming it softly, lovingly, protectively.
Jester watched, heart sinking.
Grandma didn’t love his behavior—and right now, she didn’t want him near.
The baby snuggled into her arms, finally comforted.
Jester sat nearby, quiet and ashamed, realizing that being funny doesn’t mean being cruel.
From that day forward, he thought twice before playing rough—because more than anything, he wanted Grandma Jade’s love back.
And deep down, he knew:
kindness, not teasing, wins her heart.
