Little Draya, the tiniest monkey in the sanctuary, woke up with a squeaky yawn and a rumbling tummy. Every morning, she hopped out of her soft leaf-nest and dashed straight toward Daisy—the gentle, ever-patient nanny goat who had become her unlikely best friend. Daisy always seemed to sense Draya long before the little monkey arrived, flicking her ears and giving a warm, welcoming bleat as if to say, “Come here, sweetheart. Breakfast is ready.”
Draya scampered over, wrapping her tiny hands around Daisy’s warm fur. With the confidence of a professional milk-collector, she nestled against Daisy’s belly and began drinking the sweetest, warmest milk she could imagine. Daisy stood perfectly still, her eyes half-closed in calm contentment, occasionally nudging Draya with her nose as though checking, “Are you getting enough?”
As the minutes passed, Draya’s tiny belly grew rounder and rounder, rising like a soft balloon under her fur. She paused every now and then to let out a satisfied chirp, then returned to her milky feast with even more enthusiasm. The caretakers couldn’t help smiling at the adorable sight—this odd little friendship that worked so beautifully. Daisy provided nourishment and comfort; Draya offered endless affection and playful energy.
Once Draya had finally had her fill—so full that she waddled rather than walked—she plopped down in the shade beside Daisy and let out the tiniest hiccup. Daisy gave a gentle nuzzle, almost like a mother tucking in her child after a big meal. Draya rubbed her belly happily, stretching her arms as if to show the world just how satisfied she was.
But milk time wasn’t just about feeding. It had become a ritual of safety, connection, and simple joy. After her belly was full, Draya always stayed close to Daisy, climbing onto her back or curling up against her side. Daisy never seemed to mind; she moved slowly and carefully, making sure her little companion was always secure.
As the sun climbed higher and morning turned to midday, Draya drifted into a milk-drunk nap, dreaming—no doubt—of sweet milk, warm fur, and the comforting heartbeat of her good friend Daisy. And Daisy, ever gentle, watched over her tiny monkey buddy with a quiet devotion that warmed the entire sanctuary.
A full belly, a soft friend, and a peaceful morning—what more could a little monkey ask for?Attach
