It was a quiet afternoon in a small village on the edge of the forest. The sun filtered gently through the leaves, casting long shadows on the dusty path. Birds chirped overhead, and the scent of wildflowers floated in the warm air. But something wasn’t right.
A sudden, high-pitched screech shattered the calm.
From behind a thicket near the edge of the village, the desperate cries of a baby monkey pierced the air. The sound was raw — helpless, frightened, and filled with pain. Moments later, the barking of two large puppies followed. The villagers’ dogs, known to be playful but rough, had found the tiny monkey all alone.
The baby monkey had likely strayed from its troop or was abandoned. Alone, defenseless, and barely able to walk, it had no chance against the puppies, who mistook the little creature for a toy. They chased it, barking excitedly, nudging it with their noses and paws. One of the pups barked fiercely and jumped around it, trying to provoke play. The other had already pawed at the monkey, who now lay trembling, covered in dust.
From a distance, a young boy named Arun heard the cries and ran toward the commotion. He was just ten years old but known for his kind heart and brave spirit. He pushed through the bushes, following the chaos, and what he saw made his heart stop.
There, in the clearing, was the tiny monkey, curled up on the ground, shaking violently. Its eyes were wide with fear. The two big puppies, Golden and Max, were circling it, their playful barks echoing through the trees. To someone else, it might have looked like innocent roughhousing, but Arun could see the monkey was terrified, too weak to escape or fight back.
“Stop!” Arun shouted, rushing forward and clapping his hands.
The puppies turned, startled by the noise. They wagged their tails but backed off as Arun stepped protectively in front of the baby monkey. He waved the dogs away, calling them sternly by name. Max whimpered and lay down, while Golden trotted off with a confused look.
Once the puppies were out of reach, Arun knelt beside the monkey. It was no bigger than a rabbit, its thin limbs trembling. Its fur was dirty and matted, and there was a small scratch on its arm — nothing serious, but enough to show how vulnerable it was.
“You poor thing,” Arun whispered, carefully wrapping the monkey in his cotton scarf. “You must be so scared.”
The monkey clung to him, tiny fingers wrapping tightly around his shirt. Its eyes, once wide with terror, softened slightly as Arun gently petted its head. He stood up and carried it back to his home, where his grandmother, a village healer, would know what to do.
Back at the house, Arun’s grandmother carefully inspected the baby monkey. She cleaned the tiny wound with warm water and applied turmeric paste to prevent infection. She wrapped the monkey in a soft cloth and fed it mashed banana with a spoon. Slowly, the little monkey began to calm down. It wasn’t strong yet, but it stopped trembling. It was safe.
Arun stayed by its side the entire evening. He named it Chikki, after a sweet he loved as a child — small, gentle, and full of life. Chikki curled up in a basket near the fire, eyes closed, the fear finally fading from its tiny body.
Over the next few days, Chikki regained some of its strength. Arun and his grandmother cared for it lovingly — feeding, cleaning, and comforting it. Chikki began to trust them, following Arun around the yard and clinging to his shoulder. The villagers came to see the miracle monkey who had survived an attack and found love in a human home.
As for Golden and Max, they eventually came to understand that Chikki wasn’t a toy. Under Arun’s watchful eye, the puppies were reintroduced to Chikki slowly. Surprisingly, the three formed a unique friendship. Chikki would ride on Max’s back and share fruit with Golden. What began as fear turned into a bond that warmed everyone’s hearts.
The story of the rescue spread far beyond the village. Visitors came, not just to see Chikki, but to hear the story of how a brave young boy saved a helpless creature. People were reminded that kindness doesn’t require strength, but heart — and that even the smallest life matters.