It was an ordinary morning when curious little baby monkey Bika wandered into the backyard. He was playful, always exploring, always climbing—but this time, his adventure went too far.
Drawn to the edge of an old, open water tank, Bika peered inside. The sunlight shimmered on the water, and he leaned a bit too close… and in a split second—he slipped.
SPLASH!
The cold water swallowed him. Tiny Bika struggled to stay afloat, his little hands flailing and eyes wide with panic. He tried to scream, but the water filled his mouth. The walls were steep, too high to climb. He paddled in circles, weak and frightened, as his cries turned into soft, desperate whimpers.
No one saw him fall.
No one heard him—until a human caretaker walked by and noticed ripples in the tank.
She rushed over, eyes widening in horror.
“Bika?!”
Without hesitation, she grabbed a long net and reached in. Bika was barely staying above the surface now, exhausted. His tiny eyes locked onto hers as if begging, “Please save me…”
With one careful sweep, she scooped him out. He lay trembling in the net, soaked and shivering, his breaths rapid and shallow. She wrapped him in a warm towel, held him to her chest, and whispered softly.
“You’re safe now, baby. You’re safe.”
After drying him off and giving him warm milk, Bika finally stopped shaking. He curled up in her arms, eyes closing slowly. The fear faded, replaced with comfort.
That day, Bika learned how dangerous the world could be—but he also learned what love and rescue felt like.
