MIMI CAN’T STOP! The Flood Aftermath Made Her Skin Crawl 😱

The morning after the storm, the whole forest felt different. Branches lay scattered like forgotten toys, puddles reflected the pale sky, and muddy trails twisted in every direction. But in the middle of all this chaos stood one tiny, wide-eyed monkey—Mimi—still trying to understand what had just happened.

Mimi had spent the night huddled in her mother’s arms inside their small tree hollow. The heavy rain had roared like a waterfall, and the strong winds had shaken their home until it felt like the whole tree would fall apart. When dawn finally arrived, the storm faded into silence, but something else began: the aftermath.

And that was when Mimi started to feel it.

At first, it was just a light wiggle under her fur. A tiny tickle. Mimi rubbed her shoulder. Then her belly. Then her back. But the feeling only spread more.

She squeaked loudly, waving her arms.

“Mmm-mmm! Mmm!” she chirped, trying to tell her mother that something felt strange.

Her mother gently touched her fur. “You’re okay, Mimi. Maybe the rainstorm left some mud on you.”

But Mimi didn’t feel “okay.” She felt crawly—like something soft and squishy was stuck under her fur. She shook one arm wildly. Then the other. Then both legs at once. She stumbled, tripping over her own feet as she tried to wiggle the feeling away.

Her older brother, Tutu, laughed. “Mimi, you look like you’re dancing!”

But Mimi wasn’t dancing. She was desperately trying to stop the tickly, itchy, crawly feeling spreading across her skin. She rubbed herself against a tree trunk. She slid across a patch of leaves. Nothing helped.

Little did she know: the flood had left something behind.

After such a huge storm, the forest floor had been filled with dirty water, leaves, and lots of soft wet soil. As the flood receded, the mud left behind tiny bits of plant fibers, soft grass, and fluffy seeds. And Mimi, being playful and curious, had rolled right into it that morning without realizing it.

Now the debris was stuck all over her fur, and she could feel every little piece tickling her.

“Mamaaaa!” she squeaked again, shaking her whole body like a wet puppy.

Her mother sighed kindly. “Alright, alright. Come here, Mimi. Let me see.”

Mimi hopped into her mother’s lap, fidgeting nonstop. Her tail twitched like a little worm. Her feet bounced. She couldn’t sit still for even one second.

“Oh my,” her mother said gently as she looked closer. “You’re covered in tiny bits of flood mud!”

Tutu leaned over and gasped dramatically. “She’s turning into a mud monster!”

Mimi squeaked in protest and swatted Tutu with her tiny hand. She wasn’t a monster—she was just uncomfortable!

Her mother brushed the fluffy dried mud from her fur, but there was too much. The pieces clung to Mimi like stubborn glue.

“She needs a bath,” Mama monkey said.

Mimi froze.

A bath?
Again?

She had already endured one the day before. And today she was still tired from the storm. But the feeling on her skin was too much to handle. She squeaked, squealing like she couldn’t take another second of itchiness.

“Come on, sweet girl,” Mama said, lifting her gently. “Let’s get you clean.”

Tutu followed them closely, excited. “Is she gonna splash again? She splashes like a crazy fish!”

Mimi shot him a glare.

But she didn’t have time to argue—Mama carried her to a large puddle left behind by the flood. The water was clean enough now, and the puddle was wide and warm from the rising sun.

Mimi hesitated. She could still feel the tickle-crawl spreading across her back.

Mama dipped her toes into the puddle first. “See? It’s warm. You’ll feel better.”

Mimi slowly reached forward with one hand. She tapped the surface of the water. Plip.

Not bad.

She scooted closer and stepped in with one foot. Plop.

Still okay.

When both her feet were in, her body relaxed a little. The water soothed her itchy skin. Mama let her take her time. Mimi finally sat down fully, letting the warm water rise around her tiny belly.

“Good girl,” Mama said softly. “Let’s clean you up.”

As her mother washed her, bits of dried mud floated away. Tiny leaves drifted on the water’s surface. And the tickly, crawling feeling began to disappear.

Mimi sighed with relief.

Tutu sat on a nearby rock, swinging his legs. “Wow, Mimi. I thought you were gonna explode from itching!”

Mama gave him a look. “Tutu… be kind.”

Mimi stuck out her tongue at him anyway.

Mama rubbed water through Mimi’s fur, gently untangling everything. Mimi relaxed more and more. Her eyes half-closed. The terror of the crawly sensation faded into peace.

“You see?” Mama smiled. “All better.”

But then—suddenly—splash!

Tutu jumped into the puddle, sending water flying like fireworks.

Mimi, who had just calmed down, squeaked in shock as water sprayed her face. She blinked in surprise.

Tutu grinned. “Now you’re extra clean!”

Mama sighed. “Tutu…”

But Mimi surprised everyone—she giggled.

The splash didn’t feel bad at all. Actually… it felt fun. She scooped her little hands in the water and splashed him back with all her tiny strength. Water droplets sparkled in the sunlight as they flew through the air.

“Hey!” Tutu laughed. “You got me!”

Mimi splashed again.

Tutu splashed back.

Soon Mama had to dodge the chaos to avoid being soaked.

The forest around them began to glow with morning warmth. Birds chirped as if celebrating the end of the storm. The sunlight danced across the surface of the puddle, turning the water a soft golden color.

Mimi felt completely different now—fresh, clean, happy. No more crawling. No more itching. Just warm water and playful splashes.

Mama lifted her out of the puddle and wrapped her in a cluster of wide leaves to dry. Mimi cuddled into her chest, warm and content. Tutu climbed up beside them, still dripping wet.

“You feel better?” he asked.

Mimi nodded and leaned her tiny head on Mama’s shoulder.

Mama stroked her fur. “Storms can make a big mess. But we always get through them together.”

Tutu puffed out his chest proudly. “And next time, I’ll protect Mimi from all the mud!”

Mama laughed. “Next time, you’ll probably be covered in more mud than she is.”

Tutu shrugged. “Maybe. But I’ll still help!”

Mimi giggled softly.

The storm had shaken the forest, but it also reminded them how strong they were as a family. Even if the flood left mud everywhere—even if Mimi’s skin crawled with itchiness—they always found warmth, comfort, and laughter in each other.

And as Mimi drifted into a peaceful nap, safe in her mother’s arms, one thing was certain:

Nothing—not floods, not storms, not even itchy mud—could stop her from being the little sunshine of her family.