Early one morning, the peaceful silence of the village was broken by the piercing cries of a baby monkey trapped in a pothole. His tiny body was smeared with thick, wet mud, and he shivered in fear as he cried out louder and louder, desperate for someone to help him.
The little one had wandered away from his troop, curious about the buzzing world around him. In his playful steps, he slipped into a deep pothole filled with dirty water and mud. Unable to climb out, he panicked. The cold mud soaked into his fur, making him feel heavy, uncomfortable, and more frightened by the second.
Passersby finally heard the desperate sobs echoing from the roadside. A kind man rushed over and gasped at the sight—there, barely visible through the muddy mess, was the tiny monkey curled up and wailing. His face was streaked with tears and dirt, and his arms stretched toward the sky, begging to be lifted out.
With gentle hands, the man scooped him up and wrapped him in a towel. The baby clung to him tightly, shaking and sobbing into his chest. He was taken home, where he was carefully washed with warm water. The mud slowly peeled away, revealing a tiny, exhausted face with pleading eyes.
Once clean and warm, the baby monkey was given soft blankets and a bottle of milk. Though still weak, he finally stopped crying. He looked up at his rescuer with tired eyes, slowly beginning to trust the new warmth and safety around him.
The pothole had nearly swallowed his hope, but a moment of kindness changed everything. From that dirty hole came a new beginning—for a baby monkey who just needed love, and someone to care.
