Poor Monkey Gets Away from Mother

 

In the deep green of the jungle, a tiny monkey named Kiki clung tightly to her mother’s back. Every day, they swung from trees, shared sweet fruits, and napped together under the rustling leaves. Kiki was young and curious, always peeking at butterflies, chasing shiny beetles, and giggling when she saw her reflection in puddles. Her mother, strong and watchful, always kept her close.

But one sunny afternoon, while the troop rested by a stream, Kiki saw something glittering in the water. Slipping off her mother’s back, she tiptoed closer. It was a round, golden beetle, shimmering like the sun. Enchanted, Kiki followed it as it crawled along the rocks and disappeared into the bushes.

She wandered deeper and deeper, chasing the beetle and laughing softly to herself. She didn’t hear her mother’s calls at first. The jungle grew darker, louder. Strange bird cries echoed. The wind whistled through the vines like whispers. Kiki stopped. The beetle was gone.

Suddenly, she realized she was alone.

Kiki’s eyes filled with tears. “Mama?” she cried. “Mama!” But only the trees answered.

Back at the stream, Kiki’s mother sprang up, sniffing the air, heart racing. Her baby was missing. She barked to the others and rushed into the forest, calling out for Kiki, searching every branch and bush.

After what felt like forever, a soft whimper answered. Kiki was curled under a fern, shaking.

With a leap, her mother scooped her up, holding her tight. Kiki sobbed into her fur, promising never to run off again.

From that day on, Kiki stayed close. She still loved shiny bugs and fluttering wings—but nothing was more important than the warm, safe arms of her mother.