In the quiet stillness near an ancient temple, a soft cry drifted through the tall grass.
“Eek… eek…”
Curled beneath a bush, a newborn baby monkey lay trembling. His eyes were barely open, and his tiny body quivered from cold and fear. He was alone, hungry, and helpless.
His mother was nowhere in sight. Something felt wrong—terribly wrong. So he cried again.
“Eek… eek…”
Not far away, a gentle man strolled beside the mossy temple wall. He paused, ears alert. “What was that sound?” he murmured.
He scanned the area, then spotted a tiny figure huddled under the leaves. The man’s breath caught—there, all alone, was the baby monkey, crying out with the last of his strength.
His heart ached. “Oh no… poor little soul.”
Kneeling slowly, he spoke in a soft, comforting voice. “Shhh… you’re okay now.”
The baby monkey glanced up with weak, teary eyes. He didn’t move—just let out a faint whimper.
Carefully, the man wrapped him in a warm cloth and cradled him close. The little one was feather-light, trembling in his arms. A soft gurgle came from his belly—he hadn’t eaten in a long time.
The man rushed him to a nearby rescue team. “I found him crying alone near the temple. I waited, but no mother came.”
The rescuers nodded solemnly. “He’s a newborn. He needs urgent care.”
They quickly fed him warm milk and examined his fragile body. Thankfully, no injuries—just exhaustion and hunger.
The man stayed close, watching silently as the baby gripped the tiny bottle with trembling fingers.
He no longer had his mother… but now, he wasn’t alone.
He had been found. He was safe.
And for the first time… he stopped crying.
