In the heart of the forest, the river sparkled under the midday sun, its waters cool and rushing over smooth stones. Near the riverbank, a mother monkey was foraging with her baby clinging to her back. But the mother’s mood was not gentle. She was agitated and restless, snapping at branches and pacing back and forth.
The baby monkey, small and trusting, didn’t understand the sudden anger in his mother’s eyes. His tiny fingers clung to her fur, his wide eyes watching every move she made. But in a flash of frustration, the mother monkey reached behind her, grabbing the baby with strong hands. With a furious cry, she hurled him into the river’s cold embrace.
The baby monkey screamed in fear as he hit the water, his small body sinking beneath the rippling surface. Panic filled his mind as he kicked and flailed, his cries echoing off the river’s rocky banks. He had never been in water before, and the cold rush of the current threatened to swallow him whole.
The mother monkey watched from the shore, her face hard and unreadable. The baby monkey’s desperate squeals carried over the water as he struggled to stay afloat, his little arms splashing helplessly. Each scream was a plea for help, each gasp a fight to survive.
But even as he struggled, fate was kind. A passing fisherman saw the commotion and rushed to the water’s edge. With a quick motion, he reached into the river, pulling the shivering baby monkey from the cold current. He held the trembling creature close, whispering calming words as he wrapped it in a dry cloth.
The baby monkey was safe at last, his cries turning into quiet whimpers. Though his mother had turned on him, human kindness offered him warmth and hope on the river’s edge.
