In the heart of the jungle, where the trees stretch high and the birds sing sweet melodies, lived a small monkey named Miko. He was smaller than the rest, with soft brown fur and wide, curious eyes. Miko only wanted to play, laugh, and be part of the troop, but life had never been kind to him. Wherever he went, trouble followed—not from the jungle, but from one of his own kind: a large, dominant monkey named Boro.
Boro was feared by everyone. His strength gave him power, but he used it harshly. Whenever Miko climbed a tree, Boro chased him off. When Miko tried to eat from the fruit pile, Boro snatched it away. Even when Miko sat quietly, Boro would find a reason to push, trip, or tease him. No other monkey dared to speak up for Miko, afraid they’d be next.
Despite the bullying, Miko never gave up. He learned to smile through the pain, to swing a little faster, and to hide a little better. His heart longed for a friend, for someone to see him—not as weak, but as brave for enduring so much.
One day, while wandering alone, Miko found an injured bird caught in a vine. Gently, he freed it and watched it fly away. For the first time, he felt a small spark of joy. Though unloved by his troop, Miko had love to give. And that made him strong in a way Boro could never be.
In a world that judged by strength, Miko’s quiet resilience was his greatest power. The poor little monkey had no love, but in his heart, he carried more kindness than the jungle would ever know.
