In the quiet warmth of an early morning, the jungle seemed to be just waking up. The mist hung lightly over the trees, and the songs of birds filled the air. Among the branches of a large mango tree, a tiny baby monkey stirred from its sleep. His name was Bon, a little bundle of fur with wide brown eyes and a soft pink face. Bon was only a few weeks old, still clumsy with his movements and completely dependent on his mother for everything—especially for milk.
Bon’s mother, Lila, was sitting nearby, grooming her tail and keeping a watchful eye on her curious baby. When Bon opened his eyes, the first thing he did was reach for her. He made a tiny squeak, stretching out his arms, and pressed his face into her belly, searching for the familiar comfort of warm milk.
Lila smiled in her gentle monkey way, wrapping her long arms around him. Bon nuzzled against her, trying to latch on. He wanted to breastfeed milk so badly—his little tummy was rumbling. He made soft whimpering sounds, his tail curling around his mother’s arm.
“Patience, little one,” Lila seemed to say with her eyes as she adjusted her position. When Bon finally found the right spot, he began to nurse happily, eyes half-closed, tiny hands holding onto his mom’s fur as if the world might disappear if he let go.
For Bon, milk wasn’t just food—it was love, safety, and peace. As he suckled, he could feel his mother’s heartbeat beneath his ear. The rhythm calmed him, reminding him that he was not alone.
After a few minutes, Bon’s belly was full, but his heart still wanted more closeness. He clung to Lila even after feeding, wrapping his legs around her waist. Lila knew this feeling well—baby monkeys rarely let go easily. She stroked his back gently, her eyes scanning the forest below.
The other monkeys in the troop were already awake. Some were grooming each other, while the young ones played tag along the branches. Bon watched them curiously but didn’t move. He was still sleepy, and his mother’s scent made him feel safe.
But then something unexpected happened. One of the younger mothers, Rina, passed by with her newborn. The sight caught Bon’s attention immediately. The tiny baby clung to Rina’s chest, breastfeeding contently. Bon stared at the scene, and a strange longing stirred inside him again—even though he had just fed! He tilted his head and made a soft cry.
Lila chuckled quietly. “You just drank milk, my silly boy,” she whispered, lifting him up and kissing his forehead.
But Bon didn’t understand. He thought maybe Rina’s milk must taste different—maybe sweeter! His curiosity grew, and before Lila could stop him, he tried to crawl over to Rina.
Rina gasped in surprise when the little one reached for her, his mouth open as if to ask, Can I have some too? The other monkeys nearby began to laugh softly. Rina smiled kindly and pushed Bon gently back toward Lila. “You have your own mama, little mischief!”
Bon pouted and squeaked in protest, his tiny face wrinkled in frustration. Lila pulled him close again, patting his head. “You’re a greedy little milk monster,” she teased lovingly.
The morning went on with playful chaos as the troop moved toward the fruit trees. Bon, now riding on his mother’s back, still couldn’t stop thinking about milk. When Lila stopped to pick ripe bananas, Bon slipped down, clinging to her belly again. He thought maybe, just maybe, he could have another round. Lila sighed but didn’t resist. She knew baby monkeys breastfeed many times a day.
As Bon nursed again, a butterfly fluttered nearby. Its bright yellow wings caught his attention. He paused, milk still dripping from his mouth, and reached out to grab it. The butterfly escaped, flying higher into the sunlight. Bon giggled, his earlier sadness forgotten.
Later that day, the troop decided to move to the river. The jungle was hot, and everyone wanted to cool off. Lila carried Bon close to her chest as they climbed down from the trees. The sound of flowing water grew louder. Bon looked around in awe—everything was so big, so new.
When they reached the riverbank, Lila dipped her hands into the water and splashed her face. Bon clung tightly, not liking the cold drops. He buried his face into her chest, wanting comfort again. He began to cry softly, pressing against her in that familiar way.
“Oh, again?” one of the older monkeys, Tino, laughed. “That baby will never stop drinking milk!”
Lila smiled. “He’ll grow up soon enough. For now, he’s just my little Bon.”
Bon didn’t understand their words, but he could feel his mother’s warmth and hear her voice. That was all he needed. He started breastfeeding again, his tiny tail curling in contentment.
After a while, he dozed off in her arms, milk still on his lips. The sound of the river and the gentle rustling of leaves became his lullaby.
The afternoon sun softened as the day went on. When Bon woke up, he felt stronger. His belly was full, his fur dry, and his heart happy. Lila decided to encourage him to play with the others.
She gently placed him on the ground near two other baby monkeys—Lulu and Momo. They were rolling around, trying to catch a stick. Bon hesitated at first, glancing back at his mom. She nodded softly.
“Go play, my little milk lover,” she said.
Bon smiled and crawled toward the others. Soon, he was laughing, jumping, and tumbling in the soft grass. But every few minutes, he’d run back to Lila just to touch her or nuzzle against her belly, checking if he could have a tiny sip of milk again.
Lila didn’t mind. She knew this stage wouldn’t last forever. One day, Bon would climb tall trees on his own, eat fruits, and explore the forest fearlessly. But for now, he was still her baby—a baby monkey who wanted to breastfeed milk whenever he could.
As the sun began to set, the forest filled with golden light. The troop gathered together to rest for the night. Lila found a comfortable spot on a thick branch and curled up with Bon. He yawned, rubbing his eyes.
“Goodnight, my sweet boy,” she whispered.
Bon nestled closer, wrapping his arms around her. Before drifting into sleep, he latched on one last time. The taste of milk filled his mouth, warm and soothing. It was the perfect ending to his day—a day full of play, adventure, and love.
And as the stars began to appear above the treetops, Lila closed her eyes, too. She knew that her baby would soon grow strong and independent, but tonight he was still her tiny Bon—the baby monkey who always wanted to breastfeed milk, the little soul who reminded everyone in the jungle what pure love and comfort looked like.
