The morning sun shone brightly over the banana grove, but one tiny voice broke the calm. “Eee! Eee!” came the desperate cries from above. It was baby monkey Alan, clinging to a tall banana tree with wide, frightened eyes. His tiny hands were wrapped tightly around a branch, his little legs trembling. He had climbed up in playful excitement but now realized he couldn’t get back down.
Alan’s cries echoed through the grove — loud, sharp, and filled with panic. The other monkeys paused their play, turning their heads toward the sound. “Alan!” one caretaker called from below, spotting the terrified little one swaying high above the ground. “Hold on, sweetheart! We’re coming!”
But Alan was too scared to move. His voice grew louder, tears mixing with the morning dew. Every time the wind rustled the leaves, the tree swayed, and Alan let out another piercing scream. His soft fur bristled, his tail curled tightly around the branch. He wanted to be brave, but fear had taken over his tiny heart.
The caretaker quickly fetched a ladder and climbed up carefully. “It’s okay, Alan,” she whispered gently. “Don’t cry, little one. I’ve got you.” Alan looked down, his eyes full of tears, but hearing her calm voice gave him hope. He reached out a trembling hand.
Step by step, she got closer until she could finally touch him. The moment her hand brushed his back, Alan let out a sob of relief and clung to her arm, his cries softening into hiccups. She held him close, pressing his tiny body against her chest as she climbed down.
Once they reached the ground, Alan buried his face in her shirt, refusing to let go. His heart was still racing, but the warmth of her hug began to calm him. “You’re safe now, my brave boy,” she whispered, stroking his back.
As the sun dipped lower, Alan finally drifted to sleep in her arms, the banana tree swaying gently behind them. What had started as a frightening climb ended with a reminder — even when fear takes hold, love always finds a way to bring you safely back home.
