It happened in an instant—one tragic, heart-stopping moment that no one saw coming. A young monkey, playful and curious as always, climbed too close to an electrical wire near the edge of the village. He didn’t know the danger that thin, shiny cable carried. He just wanted to explore. But curiosity turned to horror when a sudden flash of light and a loud crack filled the air. The monkey had touched the live wire, and in that split second, he was hit by a powerful electric shock.
The sound was sharp and terrifying. His small body jerked violently, and he let out a scream of pain—a cry that echoed through the air, a cry for help. “Save me!” it seemed to say. Nearby monkeys jumped in alarm, chattering loudly, calling out in confusion and fear. The troop leader barked warning sounds while others ran toward the injured monkey but stopped short, too afraid to get close to the dangerous wires.
The little monkey fell hard to the ground below. His body twitched as sparks faded, his fur smoking slightly from the burn. He lay still for a moment, the world spinning around him. His eyes fluttered open, full of fear and pain, as he tried to move but couldn’t. His hands were burned, his breathing shallow. Every small movement made him cry out softly, his voice weak and pitiful.
Then came a sound—his mother’s cry from a distance. She rushed toward him, panic and sorrow in every movement. She reached his side and began grooming him frantically, not understanding what had hurt her baby, only that he was in pain. She touched his face, licked his burns, made soft, trembling calls that broke the heart of anyone who heard them. The mother’s love was desperate—she wanted to help, to make the pain stop, but nature had given her no way to heal such wounds.
The other monkeys gathered around, forming a circle of silence. Even the wind seemed to stop. The young one whimpered faintly, his body still trembling. His mother held him close, rocking gently, whispering soft, broken sounds. She didn’t care about the danger; she cared only about her child.
Minutes felt like hours. The forest, usually full of noise, was now painfully still. The mother’s cries grew weaker as she continued to call out, hoping someone—or something—would save her baby. Slowly, the little monkey began to calm. His eyes closed, his breathing slowing. The mother held him tighter, tears in her eyes.
This tragic scene was a reminder of how fragile life can be. A moment of curiosity turned into heartbreak. The electric wires that cross the edges of forests and villages pose silent dangers to the innocent animals who only wish to explore their world.
In the end, as the sun began to set, the mother stayed beside her injured baby, refusing to leave his side. Her love was fierce, even in the face of loss. And though help did not come in time, her courage and devotion stood as a powerful symbol of the bond that no pain—not even an electric shock—can destroy.
It was not just a story of tragedy—it was a story of love, instinct, and a cry for help that will never be forgotten.
