While the rest of the troop was relaxing under the shade of the big fig tree, Ekmo saw a colorful butterfly fluttering past. Without a second thought, he jumped up and followed it, giggling and chirping excitedly. The butterfly floated through tall grass, over rocks, and under branches. Ekmo chased it with all his little energy, forgetting that he was wandering far, far away from his troop.
When the butterfly finally flew out of sight, Ekmo stopped. He looked around. The trees were different. The smells were unfamiliar. The voices of his monkey family were nowhere to be heard.
For the first time, Ekmo felt afraid.
“Eeeek!” he squeaked softly, calling for his mama. But no answer came.
He climbed a small tree and looked around, hoping to see someone familiar. But all he saw were thick branches, birds flying high above, and strange shadows moving below. It was then that he realized—he was lost.
Back at the troop, Ekmo’s mama was already panicking. She called out loudly, looking in all directions. The other monkeys joined in, searching behind bushes, climbing trees, and calling out Ekmo’s name. The forest echoed with concern.
Meanwhile, Ekmo wandered through a small stream, slipped on wet rocks, and fell gently into a puddle. His soft fur was soaked, and he shivered a little. But then, something caught his eye—a group of ants walking in a line, carrying food. Ekmo forgot his fear for a moment and curiously followed them.
That’s when, luckily, one of the elder monkeys who was out searching spotted him!
“Eeee eek!” the elder monkey called. Ekmo turned quickly — and jumped with joy. He ran up and hugged the elder monkey tightly. Soon, his mama arrived, tears in her eyes, and scooped him into her arms. She scolded him gently, groomed his wet fur, and held him close, not letting go for the rest of the day.
The whole troop was relieved. Ekmo was safe. But that day taught everyone a lesson — even the wildest little monkey needs to learn the importance of staying close to home.
