Morning sunlight filtered softly through the canopy as the forest slowly woke up. Dewdrops sparkled on leaves like tiny jewels, and the breeze carried the smell of ripe fruit and fresh earth. In a quiet corner of this peaceful forest, Mama Lala the monkey was already awake, grooming herself with careful, practiced movements. Today was an important day—she had decided that her little baby, Susu, needed a full bath.
Baby Susu was barely five months old, full of energy and mischief. Usually, he bounced around from branch to branch, climbing anything he could reach, tugging leaves, or trying to chase butterflies. His tiny face was always bright with curiosity, and his tail never stopped wiggling.
But with all that playing came dirt, twigs tangled in his fur, and patches of sticky fruit juice from his daily snacks. Mama Lala didn’t mind a little mess—babies were supposed to get messy—but today she wanted to give him a proper wash so his fur could stay soft and healthy.
Susu, however, had other ideas.
When Mama Lala first picked him up that morning, Susu squeaked a little and clung to her fur. “Mamaaa, not the bath,” he seemed to protest with his tiny squeals. He remembered the last time she cleaned him—she scrubbed behind his ears, and that part always tickled!
But Mama Lala only smiled gently, nuzzling the top of his head. She loved her baby more than anything in the world, and she knew how to make the bath comfortable for him.
“Come on, Susu,” she cooed softly. “Just lie still for Mama. We’ll be done soon.”
With that, she cradled him against her chest and began walking toward a clear, shallow stream hidden between the trees.
The Forest Bathhouse
The stream was one of the troop’s favorite spots: the water was clean, cool, and slow-moving. Birds perched on low branches above the water, dipping their beaks in to drink. Butterflies floated lazily across the surface. Even the older monkeys liked to sit nearby to relax.
Mama Lala found a flat stone right at the edge and sat down carefully. She placed baby Susu on her lap, supporting him with one arm so he felt safe.
Susu looked around nervously. The stream made gentle bubbling sounds, and the cool air near the water brushed his fur. Instinctively, he reached out both tiny arms and clung to Mama Lala’s chest again.
“No, no, little one,” Mama Lala murmured. “You must lie still. Mama will be careful.”
Slowly, she guided him to lie on his back across her lap. Susu looked up at her with his big round eyes. For a moment, he hesitated—then, trusting her completely, he relaxed.
His little body softened. His limbs loosened. And he lay perfectly still.
Mama Lala smiled with pride. Her brave little Susu had finally learned to trust the bathing process.
The Bath Begins
Mama dipped her hand into the stream, letting the cool water drip through her fingers. She sprinkled a few drops onto Susu’s belly. The baby flinched at first, letting out a tiny “eep!” sound, but he didn’t move. He simply tightened his toes and waited.
“Good boy,” Mama said with a warm chuffing sound.
She continued wetting his fur slowly, making sure not to startle him. She cleaned his chest, belly, and arms, gently rubbing away dirt. Susu’s fur began to puff and soften as the water soaked through it.
As she worked, she hummed—a low, soothing monkey song that mothers had passed down for generations. It was a sound that always made babies feel safe.
Susu’s breathing grew deeper and calmer. His eyelids drooped. He relaxed so much that he looked as if he might fall asleep right in the middle of the bath.
When Mama Lala moved to wash his tiny fingers and toes, Susu twitched a little because it tickled—but he still didn’t move away. He wanted to make Mama proud.
Nearby, some older monkeys paused to watch.
“Look at him,” one auntie whispered. “So small, but lying still like a big monkey!”
“He’s growing fast,” another monkey chuckled.
Mama Lala lifted her chin proudly. “He’s learning.”
Cleaning the Tricky Spots
Once his belly and arms were clean, it was time for the trickiest part: behind the ears.
Susu always squirmed the most during this part. Mama Lala dipped her fingers into the water again, then brushed them gently behind his left ear. Susu let out a soft chirp and squeezed his eyes shut, his little hands curling into fists.
But he stayed still.
“That’s it,” Mama encouraged him. “Just a little more.”
She cleaned behind both ears, smoothing out the fur. She checked his cheeks and chin, making sure no sticky fruit juice remained from yesterday’s mango feast.
Every once in a while, Susu peeked up at her with sleepy eyes, as if asking, Am I doing good?
And every time, Mama Lala nodded, whispering sweet reassurance.
“You’re being very brave.”
A Final Rinse
With the dirt washed away, Mama lifted Susu carefully and held him close. She dipped her hand into the water again and poured a final handful over his back to rinse him.
Susu let out a soft sigh. He was completely relaxed now—so comfortable that his tiny tail wrapped loosely around Mama’s arm.
She wiped his face gently with her palm, removing the last speck of dust.
“All done,” she said softly.
Susu blinked up at her, then snuggled tightly into her chest, his fur damp and cool but his heart warm and peaceful. He had done it—he had stayed still the whole time.
Mama Lala kissed the top of his head, proud of her little baby.
Drying in the Sunshine
The streamside was warm, so Mama carried Susu to a wide branch where sunlight poured through the leaves. She sat down, holding him close, and began grooming his fur with gentle strokes of her fingers.
Susu curled into a soft ball, enjoying every second of the warmth and Mama’s touch. Birds chirped above them. The breeze brushed through the leaves. Everything felt calm and safe.
As Mama groomed him, Susu began to drift into a light nap, eyelids heavy. His fur was already fluffing up, drying into soft golden-brown curls.
Some young monkeys peeked from nearby branches, whispering among themselves.
“Susu didn’t cry today!”
“He stayed still the whole bath!”
“He’s getting big!”
Mama Lala heard them and felt a ripple of pride. Susu was growing. He wasn’t just learning to bathe—he was learning patience, trust, and bravery.
A Baby’s Pride
Later, when Susu finally woke from his peaceful nap, he stretched his tiny limbs and looked around proudly. His fur was clean, soft, and shining in the afternoon light.
Mama chuckled. “My handsome boy.”
Susu climbed up to her shoulder, nuzzling against her cheek. Even though he couldn’t speak, Mama understood exactly what he was saying:
I did good, Mama.
And she hugged him tightly in response.
“Yes, you did, little Susu. You were perfect.”
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