The rain had just stopped, but the forest was still dripping with cold water from every leaf and branch. Little baby Leo sat alone on a wet tree root, his tiny body shivering as the wind brushed through his thin fur. His soft cries echoed through the quiet jungle. “Ccr ying… ccr ying…” he called, looking around for his mom, Libby.
Leo did not understand why he was alone. Just moments before, heavy rain had poured from the sky, soaking him completely. His small hands were muddy, and his fur clung tightly to his fragile body. He felt so cold. The storm had frightened him, and now the silence felt even scarier.
Mom Libby had moved to a higher branch when the rain began, seeking shelter and safety. In the rush, Leo lost his grip and stayed below. Now he stared up into the trees, hoping to see her familiar face. His big, watery eyes were filled with confusion and sadness.
The jungle can be harsh, especially after rain. The ground becomes slippery, the air turns chilly, and danger hides everywhere. For a baby like Leo, warmth means everything. He needed his mother’s embrace, her soft fur to hide in, and her comforting heartbeat to calm his fear.
After what felt like forever, a shadow moved above him. Leo lifted his head and cried louder. It was Libby. She climbed down carefully, her eyes alert but filled with concern. She gathered Leo close to her chest, wrapping her arms around his trembling body.
Slowly, Leo’s cries faded. In his mother’s warm hug, the cold no longer felt so cruel. The storm had passed, and once again, he was safe.
