As the group lounged near the edge of the stone pathway, a dangerous visitor crept silently nearby — a large, black scorpion. It moved slowly but surely, its stinger raised slightly as if ready to strike. Most of the monkeys were unaware of the approaching danger. OG was the closest to it, sitting peacefully with his tail stretched behind him, completely unaware of the scorpion inching closer.
SokYaa was the first to notice the intruder. His eyes locked on the dark creature slinking over the rocks, and he froze for a moment. Then, with a sudden burst of panic, he started shouting, trying to warn the others. But instead of running away or calling an adult monkey, he decided to act fast — maybe too fast.
In a moment of fear and confusion, SokYaa rushed over to OG and began tugging at him — first by the arm, then pulling him by the leg. OG, caught off guard and not understanding what was going on, resisted. He thought SokYaa was just playing rough again, as he often did. But SokYaa kept pulling, harder and harder, dragging OG across the dirt and stones in a panic.
Visitors nearby gasped. Some even cried out in shock at the scene. “What is he doing?!” one tourist said. “That’s horrible!”
OG began crying out, clearly uncomfortable, as he was being yanked awkwardly. But SokYaa’s eyes remained wide with fear — not because of OG, but because the scorpion was getting even closer. Finally, OG caught a glimpse of the creature and understood the urgency. In an instant, his demeanor changed. He leapt up and scrambled away, joining SokYaa in retreat.
The scorpion, unfazed by the commotion, turned in a different direction and wandered off under a bush, disappearing as quickly as it had come.
The scene left everyone shaken. OG limped slightly, scratched from being dragged over rough ground. SokYaa sat nearby, panting, confused about whether he had done the right thing. On one hand, he may have saved OG from being stung. On the other, his way of helping had clearly hurt his friend.
A caretaker approached and gently checked OG’s limbs, cleaning the minor wounds. SokYaa, still visibly shaken, stayed close by, watching nervously. For a moment, the two monkeys sat quietly next to each other. OG turned, looked at SokYaa, and gave a small grunt — a sign of recognition, not anger.
Sometimes, panic makes us act in ways we don’t fully understand. SokYaa had acted from a place of fear, not cruelty. His instincts told him to protect his friend, and although his method was harsh, his heart was in the right place.
By the end of the day, the two were seen sharing food again — as if the scary moment had only made their bond stronger. The park returned to its peaceful rhythm, but those who witnessed the event wouldn’t forget it soon.
