In the bustling jungle near the edge of a small village, a mother monkey named Kiri was keeping a watchful eye on her baby, Piko. The little one was full of curiosity and mischief, always exploring things he shouldn’t. One sunny morning, Kiri was foraging for fruits when Piko noticed a section of wire mesh that surrounded a small garden.
Before Kiri could react, Piko had wriggled under the wire mesh, intrigued by the smells and sights on the other side. The gap was just big enough for his tiny body, but too tight for him to move freely. He stopped in the middle, his little legs kicking as he realized he was stuck.
Kiri rushed over, panic rising in her chest. She tried to pull him back gently, but Piko’s tiny arms slipped through her grip. The mesh was sharp in places, and Kiri worried about scratches or worse. She tugged carefully, calling out to him with soft, reassuring squeaks, but Piko, frightened and stubborn, wriggled even more.
Minutes passed like hours. Kiri’s muscles ached from holding and pulling, but she refused to give up. She adjusted her angle, wrapping her arms around him, trying to lift him slowly. Piko squealed, not in anger but in fear, as the tight wire pressed against his small body. Finally, with one last careful tug, Kiri freed him, holding him close against her chest.
Piko clung to her, trembling, while Kiri cleaned a few scratches from his tiny hands. She breathed a sigh of relief, her heart still racing. That day, Kiri realized just how dangerous curiosity could be for a little monkey—and how important her vigilance was. Piko, though exhausted from the struggle, seemed unharmed and soon nestled into his mother’s fur, finally calm after his adventurous escape.
