In the peaceful green forest, the trees echoed with the cheerful sounds of birds and monkeys playing high above. Among them was a small baby monkey named Tiko. He was only a few months old, full of curiosity, and just learning how to climb and swing like the older monkeys.
One morning, while trying to follow his older siblings up a tall tree, Tiko lost his grip. His tiny hands slipped from a branch, and in a flash, he tumbled down through the leaves. The fall wasn’t far, but to a little monkey like Tiko, it felt like the world was spinning. He landed with a soft thud on the ground and began crying loudly, scared and confused.
His loud cries echoed through the forest, alerting his mother and the rest of the troop. His mother, Meli, rushed down the tree in panic, followed by a few others. She quickly picked up Tiko, holding him close to her chest. He was trembling, still crying, his little body shaking with fear.
Luckily, Tiko wasn’t seriously hurt—just frightened and a little bruised. Meli gently groomed him, whispering soft monkey sounds to calm him down. She held him tightly, rocking him in her arms under the shade of a big tree. Slowly, Tiko’s cries turned into quiet sniffles, and then he finally relaxed in her warmth.
The caretakers at the nearby rescue center, who often observed the troop, checked on Tiko from a distance to make sure he was okay. He didn’t need medical help this time, just comfort and love.
Though it was a scary experience, Tiko learned an important lesson that day—and he would climb more carefully from then on. But most importantly, he knew his mother would always be there to catch him, even after a fall.
