OMG, no, no—just baby monkey one! The forest suddenly felt too loud, too big, and too dangerous for little Jody. He was only a tiny baby monkey, still learning how to balance his tail and listen to the songs of the trees. That morning, Jody wandered just a few steps away, curious about a shiny leaf dancing in the sunlight. He didn’t know an adult monkey was watching from above.
The adult monkey jumped down with heavy steps, not playful, not gentle. Jody froze. His heart beat fast like a drum. He didn’t understand why someone so big would act so rough toward someone so small. Jody squeaked in fear, his voice thin and shaking, calling the only name that made him feel safe. “Mum! Mum Jane!” he cried.
His little hands trembled as he tried to back away. Tears filled his eyes. The world felt unfair in that moment—why would an adult scare a baby like this? Jody curled his tail tight around himself, hoping the ground would swallow him up. But his voice kept calling, louder now, full of panic and hope mixed together.
From the trees, Mum Jane heard him. A mother always knows her baby’s cry. Her heart jumped, and she rushed through the branches, leaves flying as she moved fast and strong. When she reached Jody, she placed herself between him and danger, standing tall and fearless.
The adult monkey backed away, startled by her strength and anger. Mum Jane pulled Jody close, holding him tight against her warm chest. Jody’s cries slowly softened into small hiccups as he felt safe again. He buried his face in her fur, knowing one thing for sure—no matter how scary the world became, Mum Jane would always come when he called.
