The sky turned gray, and the soft drizzle soon became heavy rain. Tiny A Tong, the baby monkey, sat near the corner of the yard, his fur completely soaked. The drops ran down his small face, clinging to his eyelashes as he blinked helplessly. His little body shivered, every breath visible in the cold air.
He looked around, calling softly for Mom — “Eee… eee…” — but the sound of the falling rain drowned his weak cries. He wrapped his arms around himself, trying to stay warm, his tail curled tightly around his legs. The poor baby looked so small under the vast, gray sky — a fragile life fighting against the chill.
Inside, Mom had been cleaning up when she realized the rain had started. She rushed outside and gasped the moment she saw him — her tiny boy, sitting still and shaking, his fur plastered flat by the cold rain. “Tong!” she cried, hurrying toward him.
But before she could reach him, he gave a tiny sneeze, his teeth chattering softly. His eyes were filled with confusion, as if asking why the world had turned so cold. Mom scooped him up immediately, pressing him against her chest. His tiny hands clung to her tightly, his body trembling against her warmth.
“It’s okay, my baby… Mommy’s here now,” she whispered, shielding him with her hands as she ran inside. She quickly wrapped him in a soft towel and began to dry his wet fur, carefully rubbing each little arm and leg.
Tong whimpered softly, still cold but comforted by her touch. Mom placed him near a warm cloth by the light, rubbing his back gently to help him regain heat. Slowly, the trembling began to ease. His breathing steadied, his tiny eyes half closed as he finally felt safe again.
When the rain outside softened, Mom kissed his forehead. “No more getting wet, okay, my little one?” she said with a tired smile. Tong blinked sleepily and snuggled closer, letting out a faint coo — his way of saying thank you.
Wrapped in warmth, love, and soft light, A Tong finally drifted to sleep — safe from the rain, safe in Mom’s arms, and safe in the world once more.
