Under the shadow of thick storm clouds, the jungle was eerily quiet, save for the patter of rain that drummed against the leaves. Among the tall trees and dripping branches, a young monkey named Moon paced anxiously. His golden fur clung to his small body as the rain poured down, but he wasn’t worried about himself. Somewhere nearby, a tiny duckling had fallen into danger, stranded and crying for help.
Moon had spotted the duckling earlier near the riverbank. It had been playing alone, waddling too close to the edge, when the rain began to pour. A sudden rush of water had swept over the mud, and the little duck slipped and tumbled into a shallow ditch. Now, the duckling was shivering and too weak to climb out on its own.
Moon’s little heart pounded with urgency. He knew he wasn’t strong enough to lift the duckling out by himself. His instincts told him there was only one hope—Dad.
Leaping from branch to branch with urgency, Moon called out, his high-pitched cries echoing through the trees. “Dad! Dad!” he screamed. Each shout was laced with desperation. The storm muffled his cries, but he kept going, determined not to give up.
Finally, through the dense curtain of rain, Moon spotted a familiar shape. His father, a large, powerful monkey with calm eyes and strong arms, was huddled beneath a thick tree for shelter. “Dad!” Moon yelled again, slipping on a wet branch but catching himself just in time. “The duck! It’s in trouble!”
Without hesitation, Moon’s dad sprang into action. Together, the two monkeys dashed back through the rain. Moon led the way, pointing frantically at the spot where the duckling had fallen.
When they arrived, the duckling was still there, peeping softly, soaked and cold. Moon’s father gently reached into the ditch and scooped up the trembling creature. The duckling let out a weak chirp as it was lifted to safety and held close to the father’s chest for warmth.
Moon sighed with relief, his tiny chest rising and falling quickly as he watched his dad comfort the duckling. He had done it. He had found help in time.
As the rain finally began to lighten, the three of them—Moon, his father, and the rescued duckling—sat quietly under the shelter of a thick canopy. A sense of calm replaced the earlier panic, and Moon leaned against his father, proud and grateful.
