Baby monkey Jobi was known throughout the forest for his endless curiosity. Every day he explored something new, whether it was a rattling coconut, a buzzing beetle, or a suspiciously wiggly vine he once mistook for a snake. But nothing fascinated him more than his newest friend—a tiny brown puppy named Tiko, who had recently wandered into the forest from a nearby village.
Tiko adored Jobi. They played chase, shared snacks, and even napped in the same shady spot under the tall mango tree. But one sunny morning, something very unexpected happened.
Jobi found Tiko struggling near the riverbank. At first, Jobi thought Tiko was playing, because the puppy often jumped around happily. But this time, Tiko wasn’t barking with excitement—he was whimpering softly. His paw was stuck between two thick roots, and no matter how hard he pulled, he couldn’t get free.
Jobi panicked for a moment, then remembered what his mother always told him: “If someone needs help, use your clever little hands.” So he scampered down, wrapped his tiny fingers around the root, and tugged with all his strength. The root didn’t budge.
Jobi tried again, this time planting his feet firmly in the mud. He pulled, grunted, strained, and finally—with one dramatic squeak—the root shifted just enough for Tiko’s paw to slip out.
The moment he was free, Tiko burst into loud, nonstop cries—not from pain, but from overwhelming relief. His tail wagged so wildly that he nearly toppled over. He pressed his face into Jobi’s chest, whining and yelping as if telling the whole forest how frightened he had been.
Jobi patted Tiko’s head proudly, though he didn’t understand why the puppy was crying so loudly. To him, he had simply done what any good friend should do.
Then, something surprising happened. Tiko looked up at Jobi with wide, watery eyes and gave his friend a big, grateful lick on the cheek. Jobi squealed, half ticklish and half confused.
“Ee-ee! What was that for?” Jobi chattered, rubbing his cheek.
Tiko barked once—a short, sincere thank you.
Though Jobi didn’t speak puppy language, he understood perfectly. Tiko’s cries weren’t a complaint. They were gratitude, love, and pure relief all tangled together.
And from that day on, everyone in the forest knew: Jobi wasn’t just the curious little monkey—he was the tiny hero who made one puppy cry nonstop… all because he saved him.
