Under Million Raindrops, Poor Small Baby Monkey Leo Was Weaning and So Hungry
Deep in the heart of the jungle, where giant trees reach into the sky and the thick canopy hums with the sound of life, a small baby monkey named Leo clung tightly to a branch. The rainy season had arrived, and the skies opened up with a relentless downpour. Every leaf shimmered with droplets, every tree dripped, and every creature sought shelter—but not little Leo.
Leo was just beginning to be weaned. His mother, Libby, had started pushing him away more and more each day, refusing to nurse him like before. For a baby monkey who still craved the comfort of his mother’s milk, this transition was confusing and heartbreaking. Under the cold curtain of rain, Leo’s hunger gnawed at him.
Each morning, Leo would follow Libby as she moved through the wet forest in search of fruits, shoots, and insects. She would eat quickly, guarding her food from the other monkeys. Leo, too small and slow, struggled to keep up. When he tried to nibble on the soft fruits Libby found, she would snap or push him aside, urging him to find his own.
Leo didn’t understand why his mother had changed. Just weeks ago, she cradled him gently, grooming his soft fur and letting him suckle until he drifted to sleep. But now, as rain dripped from the leaves above and soaked his thin coat, she acted colder and more distant. He was no longer her precious baby—he was expected to grow.
Some days, Leo tried to eat the wet leaves or chew on bark, but they were bitter or too tough for his tiny teeth. Other times, he sat beneath a thick vine, watching the older monkeys peel fruit or crack open nuts. His little eyes widened in frustration and hunger. He mimicked their actions, but his small hands weren’t yet strong enough.
At night, the rain was relentless. The troop huddled together under dense branches, trying to keep warm. Leo curled up near his mother, but she didn’t hold him like she used to. The jungle felt colder than ever. His belly ached, and his cries were silent under the rhythm of a million raindrops tapping on the forest roof.
Yet, even in this hardship, Leo showed resilience. He watched. He learned. Slowly, day by day, he began to find small berries and soft insects he could eat. He began to understand which plants to avoid and how to follow the other young monkeys in their playful scavenging. Though still weak, he grew smarter.
The weaning process was painful and lonely, especially under endless rain, but it was a step toward survival. Baby Leo, drenched and hungry, was beginning to face the jungle as a young wild monkey—one drop at a time.
