Every morning, the little monkey would wake up with a nervous heart. His tiny hands clung tightly to the nearest branch as he peeked around, dreading what the day might bring. In the same troop lived a big, bad monkey who showed no kindness. He was older, stronger, and much more aggressive, and for some reason, he had taken a disliking to the gentle little one.
The big monkey would often push him away from food, snatch fruits from his tiny hands, and sometimes chase him for fun. The other monkeys noticed but didn’t dare to interfere. The troop followed a silent rule — stay out of the big monkey’s way, or face his wrath.
Every time the little one saw him coming, his body would shake slightly, his eyes wide in fear. He would try to hide behind rocks or his mother’s arms, but the big monkey always found him. It wasn’t just the bullying that scared him — it was the feeling of being helpless, of knowing that each day meant surviving another round of fear.
Despite the fear, the little monkey tried to stay brave. He clung closely to his mother, learned to move faster, and began watching from a distance to avoid danger. Slowly, the troop elders began noticing how unfairly he was treated. One day, the alpha stepped in, letting out a strong call that warned the bully to stop.
That moment brought the little monkey a bit of peace. Though still cautious, he finally felt a small ray of safety return to his days. Even in the wild, hope can grow — especially when someone finally stands up for the smallest heart in the group.
