Baby monkey Jobi had always been the most curious little creature in the troop. His big, sparkling eyes seemed to brighten at every new sound, and his tiny hands were forever reaching for something he wasn’t supposed to touch. One sunny morning, while the rest of the monkeys napped high in the branches, Jobi felt boredom nibbling at him. The forest looked so exciting, so full of adventure, and he was certain that one quick trip wouldn’t hurt.
With a mischievous glance over his shoulder, Jobi tip-toed—at least as much as a monkey can tip-toe—toward the edge of the nest. He tugged gently at the vines, making sure they wouldn’t rustle too loudly. Once the coast was clear, he slipped out, his little tail flicking happily behind him. Freedom! Or so he thought.
Jobi scampered down a tree trunk, eager to explore the forest floor. He imagined discovering secret fruit trees or meeting friendly animals who would admire his bravery. But the moment he reached the ground, the forest suddenly felt much bigger than he remembered. Shadows stretched in strange shapes. The buzzing insects felt louder than usual. And the little monkey, who moments ago felt fearless, now found himself swallowing a lump of nervousness.
Still determined, Jobi pushed on. He found a colorful butterfly and tried to chase it, but tripped over a root and tumbled into a patch of leaves. Then he attempted to swing on a low branch, only for it to snap under his weight, leaving him sprawled in the dirt. Finally, he spotted what he thought was a shiny fruit—only to discover it was a beetle, which scurried away and left Jobi squealing in fright.
His grand adventure didn’t seem so grand anymore.
Before long, a distant call echoed through the forest. It was his mother, sounding both worried and stern. Jobi’s heart sank. He tried to climb back up the nearest tree, but the bark felt too slick and his legs too shaky. He chirped anxiously, hoping someone would hear him.
Moments later, strong familiar arms swept him up. His mother gave him a firm but gentle scolding, reminding him that the world outside the troop was full of dangers he wasn’t ready for. Jobi clung to her, humbled and relieved.
As they climbed back to safety, Jobi realized something important: adventures could wait—but staying close to those who cared for him was the real comfort he needed.
