In the quiet shade of a tall fig tree, the troop was resting after a long morning of exploring. Among them, the tiny baby monkey Mino was full of energy, always curious about every sound, every leaf, and every hole in the forest. While the others were grooming and relaxing, Mino wandered toward a fallen log with a small opening that caught his attention.
Excited, he pushed his head inside to peek at what might be hiding there. Perhaps a beetle, a shiny seed, or just a new smell—anything could spark Mino’s curiosity. But the moment he tried to pull back, he realized something was wrong. His head wouldn’t come out. He wiggled. He shook. He pulled harder. But the log held him tightly.
Instantly, Mino let out a soft, confused whimper. His mother, Lila, who was never far away, heard him immediately. With quick steps she rushed over, her eyes full of concern. She gently touched his back, reassuring him with quiet coos. Mino tried to stay calm as she examined the situation.
Lila pulled softly at first, careful not to hurt him. She repositioned her hands, trying a different angle. She even nudged the log slightly, hoping to widen the space. Mino trusted her completely, leaning into her touch while the troop gathered around, watching with worry.
After a few more tries, Lila found the perfect way to lift and twist Mino’s small shoulders. With one determined but gentle pull, Mino popped free. Lila hugged him close instantly, grooming him quickly as if checking to make sure he was perfectly fine.
Mino clung to her chest, relieved and safe. The troop relaxed again, and Lila kept her baby close—just until she was sure his curiosity wouldn’t lead him into another tight spot too soon.
