The heartbreaking story begins with a tiny, innocent monkey who once lived peacefully with his loving mother in the forest. Every morning, she would gently hug him, feed him sweet fruits, and teach him how to climb trees and play safely. But one tragic day, everything changed. An evil male monkey, driven by jealousy and cruelty, snatched the little one away from his mother. The poor baby monkey screamed and cried, but no one could save him. From that day on, his peaceful life was gone.
The evil male monkey kept the little one far away, refusing to share food or water. Days passed, and the baby’s once-round belly became flat and weak. His eyes looked sad and tired, and his tiny hands trembled from hunger. He could only sit quietly, hoping someone would find and rescue him. His fur became thinner, his body skinny, and his spirit slowly fading away. He missed his mother deeply — her warmth, her milk, and her gentle voice calling his name.
Sometimes, the evil monkey would mock the poor baby, throwing away food just to make him suffer more. The baby would look at the fruit on the ground but was too weak to grab it. The forest around him felt cold and lonely. He could no longer play or smile like before. Every night, he closed his eyes and dreamed of returning to his mother’s arms — a dream that gave him the strength to survive one more day.
But hope still lived in his tiny heart. One bright morning, another group of monkeys heard his weak cries and came to see what was wrong. When they saw the little one trembling with hunger, they chased away the evil monkey and helped him. Slowly, the baby monkey began to recover, eating small pieces of fruit again and regaining his strength. Though his journey was filled with pain, his courage and will to live made him a true little hero of the forest.