The peaceful morning in the troop was suddenly shattered by a piercing cry. Tiny baby Monkey Daniela had only been exploring the ground nearby when her curious hands pulled at a twig too close to her mother Monkey Dolly’s resting spot. At first, it seemed harmless, but Dolly’s eyes flashed with sharp warning. Within seconds, the calm air turned heavy and tense. Daniela froze, her small body trembling as she realized she had crossed an invisible line.
Dolly rose swiftly, towering over her fragile baby. Her face tightened, and with a sudden loud bark, she delivered a terrifying warning. The sound echoed through the trees, making Daniela shrink back in fear. Her tiny arms hugged herself as if trying to hide from the storm. This was not a gentle reminder but a cruel, sharp display of authority. Dolly slapped the ground hard, right next to Daniela, making dust leap up. Daniela squealed and stumbled backward, her eyes wide with heartbreak and confusion.
For a moment, it looked as if she might run away, but her trembling legs could barely move. Tears welled in her eyes as she whimpered softly, hoping her cries would melt her mother’s rage. Yet Dolly stood firm, glaring at her with cold insistence, as if saying, “Never disobey me again.”
Around them, the other troop members went silent, watching with pity. It was heartbreaking to see such a tiny soul punished so harshly. Daniela’s spirit seemed crushed as she slowly crawled closer again, pressing her tiny head gently against Dolly’s leg, begging for comfort. Dolly finally allowed her near but did not return her affection. The cruel warning left Daniela trembling, terrified, and deeply wounded in her tender heart.
