Little Tourtour found himself in a frightening situation. While playing, his tiny leg slipped deep into the stocking part of Dad’s old T-shirt, and suddenly he was stuck. At first, he tried to pull free on his own, but the more he struggled, the tighter it felt. Fear rose quickly inside him, and within seconds, his cries filled the room.
His small face twisted with panic as he screamed angrily, flailing his arms and kicking with his free leg. Tears welled in his eyes, his voice breaking as if calling out, “Dad, please help me!” The shirt that had seemed like a toy a moment ago had now turned into a trap, and Tourtour’s little heart raced with fear.
Dad rushed over, hearing the desperate cries. Kneeling down, he gently touched Tourtour’s fur, speaking softly to calm him. But Tourtour, still terrified, only cried louder, his hands grabbing at Dad’s chest as if begging to be saved immediately. His tantrum was not just anger—it was fear that he might never get free.
With patience, Dad carefully pulled the fabric away, loosening the shirt’s grip on the tiny leg. At last, Tourtour was free. He clung tightly to Dad’s arms, pressing his little face against his chest as if to make sure he was safe again. His cries softened into quiet whimpers, his body trembling from the ordeal.
The moment was a reminder of how delicate newborn monkeys are—how quickly play can turn into panic, and how much they depend on love and care. For Tourtour, it was scary, but it ended in safety. He had Dad by his side, ready to rescue him from every little danger
