The morning sun shone softly over the quiet garden, where flowers bloomed in bright colors and butterflies fluttered gently in the air. In the middle of the garden stood a tall mango tree with wide green leaves. High up on one of its branches, a little baby monkey was playing happily.
The baby monkey was small and very playful. He loved to jump from branch to branch, pretending he was a brave jungle hero. His tiny hands gripped the bark while his tail swung behind him. Below, the grass looked soft and cool, and the garden seemed like a safe and magical place.
But suddenly, as he reached for a thin branch, it snapped!
In one quick moment, the baby monkey slipped and fell upside down, his little legs tangled in the leaves. He hung there helplessly, his head facing the ground and his heart beating fast. Fear rushed through his tiny body.
“Mommy! Mommy!” he cried loudly, his voice shaking the peaceful garden.
Tears rolled down his soft cheeks as he tried to pull himself up, but he was too small and too scared. The world looked strange and scary from upside down. The bright flowers blurred before his eyes, and the butterflies flew away in surprise at his cries.
His tiny fingers began to lose their strength. He felt alone and frightened, wishing he had stayed close to his mother instead of wandering too far while playing.
Not far away, his mother monkey was searching for food among the bushes. When she heard her baby’s desperate cries, her heart jumped. She recognized his voice immediately. Without hesitation, she rushed toward the mango tree, leaping quickly over rocks and branches.
There she saw her baby hanging upside down, crying loudly for her.
With careful and loving movements, she climbed the tree and gently reached for him. “It’s okay, my little one,” her eyes seemed to say. She held him firmly and untangled his tiny legs from the broken branch.
As soon as he was safe in her arms, the baby monkey buried his face into her warm fur, still sobbing softly. His mother hugged him tightly, comforting him until his cries faded into quiet sniffles.
The garden became peaceful again, but the baby monkey had learned an important lesson — even in a beautiful garden, he must be careful. And most of all, he knew that whenever he called for Mommy, she would always come.
