In the quiet morning by the riverside, a curious young monkey wandered too close to a fisherman’s leftover line. She was playful, innocent, and unaware of the danger that hid in the glimmering hook. Drawn by the shine, she reached out, sniffed it, and—before realizing the threat—bit down. A sharp cry echoed through the trees. The fishhook pierced her mouth deeply, and pain shot through her small body.
Terrified, the monkey pulled and twisted, trying desperately to free herself. But the more she struggled, the deeper the hook sank. Her cries grew weaker, her breath shallow. She pawed at her face, tugging the line, eyes wide with fear. Other monkeys from her troop gathered nearby, chattering anxiously. They didn’t understand what was happening, but they could feel her pain. One brave friend tried to help, gently pulling at the line, but it only made the trapped monkey squeal in agony.
As the sun rose higher, she sat trembling by the water, drool mixed with blood dripping from her lips. Her once-bright eyes were filled with despair. Each movement hurt, yet she could not stop trying to escape. Hours passed—hope fading with every minute. Her strength was leaving her, and she began to rock slowly, exhausted and helpless.
Finally, a group of humans noticed her distress. Approaching carefully, they saw the cruel hook lodged deep in her mouth. One kind rescuer held her gently while another cut the line and removed the hook. Tears of pain and relief filled her eyes. Though wounded, she was finally free. The frightened little monkey limped back to the forest, her mouth sore but her spirit alive—a silent reminder of how human carelessness can bring deep suffering to innocent wild lives.
