Deep in the heart of the jungle, a tiny baby monkey named Robby clung to his mother’s back. He had soft brown fur, big round eyes, and a curious little face. But life was not easy for Robby. Unlike other baby monkeys who had plenty to eat and a safe place to sleep, Robby’s life was full of struggle.
Robby’s mother was weak and often couldn’t find enough food. The other monkeys in the troop ignored them, unwilling to share their bananas and berries. While the stronger babies played and tumbled together, Robby sat alone, his belly aching with hunger. He watched as the others swung easily from branch to branch, their laughter echoing through the trees. He longed to join them, but he was too weak.
One day, a terrible storm shook the jungle. Lightning flashed, thunder roared, and heavy rain poured down. Robby’s mother did her best to keep him warm, but the wind was too strong. When morning came, she was gone. Robby was left all alone, cold, hungry, and frightened.
For days, Robby wandered through the jungle, searching for food and shelter. He tried to pick fruit like the older monkeys, but his tiny hands weren’t strong enough. Just when he thought he could not go on any longer, an old monkey named Balu noticed him.
Balu took pity on Robby and decided to help. He taught him how to find food, climb trees, and stay safe. With time, Robby grew stronger and smarter. Though he had started life as a poor, lonely baby, he found hope in kindness.
From that day on, Robby knew that even in the hardest times, there was always a chance for a new beginning.
