The peaceful morning at the rescue house suddenly turned into chaos when baby monkey Alan met the duck for the first time. The little monkey had just finished his milk and was happily exploring the garden, toddling around with wobbly steps. The air smelled of wet grass, the sun was gentle, and everything seemed calm — until a loud quack! broke the silence.
Alan froze. His big round eyes widened in shock. The duck flapped its wings and waddled closer, curious about this tiny furry creature that had invaded its space. But to Alan, it was a monster! He squealed, jumped backward, and stumbled onto the soft grass. His tiny hands went up to cover his face as if to protect himself from danger. The duck quacked again, tilting its head, clearly more confused than scary. But Alan’s little heart was already racing.
Mom hurried over, hearing the frightened cry. She picked him up quickly, holding him close to her chest. Alan clung to her neck with trembling arms, burying his face in her shirt. His cries were loud and heartbreaking — deep sobs of fear mixed with confusion. He had never seen a creature like that before, with feathers and a funny beak making such strange noises.
Mom gently rocked him, whispering softly, “It’s okay, Alan. That’s just a duck — not scary.” But Alan refused to look up. He kept hiding, still shaking a little. The duck, realizing it had frightened the tiny baby, waddled away quietly toward the pond, leaving ripples in the water behind it.
After a few minutes, Alan’s cries turned into quiet sniffles. He peeked out from Mom’s shoulder, eyes still wet but filled with curiosity. Seeing the duck at a distance, he pointed shyly — maybe realizing it wasn’t so bad after all.
By evening, Alan had calmed down completely. He sat near the window, watching the duck float peacefully on the water. The once-terrifying creature now looked harmless, even gentle. Alan still stayed close to Mom, holding her hand tightly, but a tiny smile appeared on his face. Fear was slowly turning into courage, one quack at a time.
