High in the branches where the warm sun filters through the leaves, baby Poppy was exploring her small world under the watchful eye of her mother. Like many young monkeys, Poppy is naturally curious and playful, testing her tiny limbs by climbing, swinging, and reaching for new twigs. But this time, her brave adventure took an unexpected turn.
As Poppy moved from one branch to another, her little hands slipped. Too young to grip tightly for long, she lost her balance. In an instant, her small body dropped through the air, leaves rustling around her as she fell toward the hard ground below. For a moment, the troop froze—her mother let out a sharp cry, her eyes wide with fear as she rushed down the trunk to reach her baby.
The fall was short but enough to shake Poppy badly. She landed on the forest floor with a soft thud, lying still for a moment as she tried to make sense of what had happened. Her tiny chest moved quickly as she gasped for breath, letting out quiet cries that echoed through the undergrowth.
Within seconds, her mother was beside her, gently lifting Poppy into her arms. She nuzzled her baby’s head, grooming her fur with careful licks and soft touches to calm her down. Poppy clung tightly, pressing her face against her mother’s chest where she felt safest.
Luckily, Poppy escaped with only a fright and a few small scratches—no broken bones, no serious wounds. This scary fall is part of her learning, a reminder of how fragile and brave young monkeys must be as they learn to climb, balance, and survive. For her mother, it is a lesson too: to keep close, and never lose sight of her curious little explorer.
