Under the warm afternoon sun, little Janna sat happily on a big stone with a ripe yellow mango in her hands. Her tiny eyes sparkled with joy as she peeled the skin and took small bites, enjoying every bit of sweetness. But happiness for a weak little monkey never lasts long in the harsh jungle. Soon, a large, aggressive male monkey spotted her and came rushing toward her with angry eyes fixed on that mango.
Janna tried to hide her fruit, clutching it tightly against her chest, but the big monkey slapped her across the face and grabbed the mango away. She let out a sharp cry, her small body trembling in fear. The pain wasn’t just from the hit—it was from the heartbreak of losing the only treat she had found that day after searching for so long.
Looking around with tearful eyes, Janna hoped someone would come to help her. But all the others turned their faces away. No one dared to challenge the stronger one. She called softly, little cries echoing through the trees, but no one answered.
Alone and frightened, Janna sat back down, rubbing her sore cheek. Her belly growled, and her heart sank. The jungle was full of friends when food was plenty—but in moments like this, she had only herself. Slowly, she curled her tail around her body, her tiny hands still reaching for a fruit that was no longer there.
The breeze brushed her fur as if to comfort her, whispering softly through the leaves. Poor Janna stayed quiet, her eyes full of sadness, learning once again how lonely survival could be in a world where kindness was hard to find.
