In the heart of the jungle, where the trees whispered softly to the breeze, a tiny baby monkey named Rainbow sat all alone on a mossy rock. Her big, tear-filled eyes scanned the trees, searching for her mother, Libby, who had always been her comfort and protector. But today, Libby was nowhere to be found.
Rainbow’s cries echoed through the forest, a heartbreaking sound that even the birds paused to listen to. She clutched her tiny arms around her knees, trembling with hunger and fear. She had always relied on her mother’s warm embrace and the sweet milk that nourished her, but now, there was nothing. No gentle touch, no soothing voice—just the overwhelming silence of the jungle.
The other monkeys passed by, some glancing at Rainbow with pity, others too preoccupied with their own lives to notice the little one in distress. The sun began to set, casting long shadows across the ground, and Rainbow’s cries grew softer, her energy fading with each passing moment.
“Where is my mummy?” her small heart seemed to ask. Libby’s absence left a void too large for Rainbow to understand. Alone and hungry, Rainbow’s sadness hung heavy in the air, as the jungle grew darker around her.
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