It began as a bright, calm morning. The sun filtered through the leaves, painting golden spots across the jungle floor. Libby and her baby climbed higher than usual, looking for sweet fruits. Rainbow, full of energy and curiosity, leapt from branch to branch. But Libby, distracted by another mother calling from a nearby tree, turned away for only a few seconds—and tragedy struck.
A sudden crack echoed through the trees. Rainbow’s tiny hand slipped. The baby tumbled helplessly through the air, crashing into the bushes below. The jungle fell silent. Libby froze in terror before racing down the trunk, her heart pounding. When she reached her baby, Rainbow lay weak and trembling, too small to understand what had happened.
Libby tried to lift Rainbow gently, grooming her face and calling softly. But the baby was hurt, her little cries piercing through the forest. Other monkeys gathered around, watching with heavy hearts. Some mothers comforted Libby, while others whispered quietly—this accident could have been prevented.
For hours, Libby refused to leave her baby’s side. She held Rainbow close, wrapping her arms around her tiny body as if trying to protect her from any more pain. The once-playful mother now looked broken, guilt clouding her gentle eyes. She knew she should have been more careful.
The forest, once filled with laughter, now echoed with sadness. Even the wind seemed to whisper sorrowfully through the leaves. Every mother in the troop understood that fear—the nightmare of losing a child because of a single distracted moment.
Though Rainbow slowly began to recover, the memory of that day would never fade. Libby’s story became a quiet reminder to every mother in the wild: love is powerful, but so is vigilance.
