The forest was calm that morning, filled with soft sunlight filtering through the tall tree canopies. Baby Rainbow, known for his bright and cheerful expression, was playing nearby while his family gathered food. Donny, an older and sometimes mischievous monkey, approached with too much energy. What began as playful teasing quickly turned into rough behavior, and in the commotion, Rainbow lost his balance.
With a frightened cry, he slipped from the tall tree. The fall startled every monkey around. Though the drop wasn’t life-threatening, Rainbow landed awkwardly and was clearly shaken and a little injured. His tiny body trembled as he tried to sit up, confused by what had just happened.
Rose, one of the gentlest females in the troop and someone who had always shown affection toward Rainbow, immediately rushed to find him. Her worried calls echoed through the branches as she searched every corner of the forest floor. When she finally spotted Rainbow sitting quietly under a large leaf, relief washed over her.
She approached slowly, offering comfort with soft touches and warm reassurance. Rainbow leaned into her, grateful for the safety she brought. Rose inspected him carefully—his injury seemed minor, but he needed rest, warmth, and comforting company.
Donny watched from a distance, realizing the trouble he had caused. The troop’s calm but clear reaction reminded him to be more gentle, especially with the younger ones.
As Rose carried Rainbow back toward the shaded resting area, the troop gathered around to keep him safe. In that moment, despite the scare, it felt like a blessing: Rainbow was alive, protected, and surrounded by a family that cared deeply for him.
The forest returned to peace, and little Rainbow slowly regained his courage—one gentle breath at a time.
