The baby monkey Susu saw his mother going to the market and ran after her.😛so cute

Susu was the tiniest baby monkey in the whole village, but everyone knew him because of how energetic—and extremely curious—he was. From sunrise to sunset, he bounced, hopped, climbed, explored, and followed anybody who moved even a little bit. His big round eyes sparkled with mischief, and the little tuft of hair on his head always stood up like a fluffy crown.

But out of everyone in the world, there was one monkey Susu loved more than anything: his mother, Lila. She was gentle, patient, and warm. She always carried him around, cuddled him, and taught him simple things—how to peel fruit, how to climb small branches, and how to call out to her when he needed help. Wherever Lila went, Susu wanted to go too.

One bright morning, the sun peeked through the trees and painted the whole village golden. The roosters crowed, and the smell of fried dough and sticky rice filled the air. It was market day—a noisy, colorful, exciting day that the villagers loved.

Lila had been preparing since early morning. She tied a woven basket around her waist and filled it with some fruits to trade. She checked the baby monkeys in the troop and made sure everyone was safe in the shade.

Susu, still half-asleep, blinked slowly as he saw his mother moving around. He rubbed his eyes, stretched his tiny arms, and looked around with confusion. Where was she going so early?

Lila walked toward the small path that led to the village market. She turned once to look at Susu sleeping and smiled gently. She thought he would stay with the caretakers and the other baby monkeys while she was gone.

But Susu wasn’t sleepy anymore.

The moment he realized his mother was leaving, he sat up straight, his eyes wide.

Mom? Mom? Where are you going?
He didn’t speak, of course, but his tiny face said everything.

Lila continued down the path, unaware that Susu was watching her.

Susu scrambled to his feet. He squeaked softly, trying to call her. But she was already too far to hear.

And so, with no hesitation at all—because hesitation wasn’t something Susu knew—he ran.

His tiny legs moved as fast as they could go. His tail bounced behind him like a little spring. Every few steps, he tripped, but he got back up and kept going.

The caretakers noticed too late. One shouted, “Susu! Come back!” but Susu was already racing down the dusty path.

He wasn’t scared. He wasn’t thinking. He only knew one thing:
Mom is going to the market. I go too!

The path to the market was longer for a baby monkey. Chickens scurried around him, goats crossed in front of him, and villagers laughed as they saw the tiny baby running with determination.

“Look at him!” one woman giggled. “He’s chasing his mama!”

Susu didn’t care who saw him. He darted around baskets, hopped over stones, and followed the faint scent of his mother’s fur. Every now and then, he stopped, stood up on two legs, and looked around for her.

Then—there she was.

Lila had reached the open area near the marketplace where people were setting up their stalls. She placed her basket down and talked cheerfully with a fruit seller.

Susu’s heart leaped.

“Eee! Eee!” he squeaked happily, running full speed toward her.

Lila’s ears twitched. She turned—and her eyes widened in surprise.

“Susu?!”

Before she could say anything, Susu crashed gently into her leg, clinging to her fur like a little koala. His tiny arms wrapped around her, and he buried his face against her stomach. He panted from the long run, his little chest rising and falling quickly.

Lila bent down and scooped him up with both arms, holding him close.

“Oh, Susu…” She groomed the top of his head lovingly. “You silly boy. You should have stayed at home.”

But Susu just looked at her with a cute, proud face as if saying, I found you!

The villagers nearby burst into warm laughter.
“Aww, look at them!”
“He loves his mom so much!”
“So cute!”

Lila didn’t scold him. She knew he only followed her because of love. She held him close, letting him cling to her chest while she continued her errands.

As they walked deeper into the market, everyone noticed the tiny baby monkey peeking shyly over Lila’s shoulder. His eyes were wide with amazement at the colors, sounds, and smells. There were fruits stacked high, baskets of spices, fresh vegetables, handmade toys, and bags of sticky rice.

Susu reached out his tiny hand to grab anything interesting—especially bananas. The fruit sellers laughed.

“Give him one,” one man said, handing Susu a tiny banana. “Look how cute he is!”

Susu grabbed it with both hands, holding it like a treasure. He bit it gently, making small happy noises. Lila watched him with a soft smile, happy to see her baby content.

As the market became busier, Lila tied Susu safely to her chest using a small cloth. He peeked out like a little baby riding along with his mom. Everywhere she went—buying vegetables, trading fruit, greeting villagers—Susu observed the world with wide, curious eyes.

He never stopped touching her fur, never let go of her warm embrace. Being with his mom made him feel safe again.

After a while, the excitement of the market made Susu sleepy. His eyes drooped. His head wobbled. His tiny hands loosened around the banana he was eating.

And finally… he fell asleep right on Lila’s chest.

His tiny breaths were soft and peaceful.

Lila brushed his cheek gently. She knew she would need to talk to the caretakers later about keeping a closer watch on him. But at the same time, she felt proud—her baby loved her so much that he ran all the way to the market just to be with her.

When Lila finished shopping, she carried Susu home carefully. The villagers waved goodbye, still smiling at the adorable pair. The path back seemed shorter this time, because Susu slept the whole way, snuggled warm against his mother.

Back at the garden, the caretakers sighed with relief.

“There he is!”
“Susu, you brave little monkey!”

Lila lay down gently in the shade, placing Susu on her chest. He woke up just long enough to blink at her, yawn, and cuddle even closer.

He had found his mother.
He had gone on an adventure.
And now he was home again—safe, warm, and loved.