It was supposed to be just another quiet afternoon—but suddenly, everything changed for tiny Alba.
Without warning, Aron, a much larger and stronger monkey, lashed out. In a burst of aggression, he cornered little Alba and struck her harshly. The attack was quick but frightening, and the fear in Alba’s eyes was impossible to miss.
She didn’t fight back—she couldn’t. She froze, her tiny body trembling, eyes wide with confusion and fear. Why was Aron hurting her? What had she done? These are questions even humans would ask—and for baby Alba, the moment felt like pure panic.
She tried to run, but Aron blocked her path. She let out tiny cries—desperate, pleading sounds. Finally, one of the older monkeys or a nearby caretaker stepped in and pulled her away to safety.
Little Alba was shaken. She clung to a familiar figure, her tiny arms wrapped tightly around the one place she felt secure. Her breathing slowed, but her heart was still racing. The fear, the confusion—it lingered long after the danger had passed.
