Oh, God! Please help! What’s happening to little Alaska, the tiny baby monkey? Her mouth is wide open, stretched as if trying to cry out, but no sound escapes. Something’s wrong—terribly wrong. I rush closer, panic surging through me. There’s something stuck!
Her small, delicate hands claw desperately at her mouth, tears streaming down her tiny face. My heart races as I kneel to help her. What could it be? A piece of fruit, a twig, or something she curiously tried to chew?
“Hang on, Alaska,” I whisper, my trembling hands reaching to see what’s caught. She squirms in fear, but I can’t give up. Carefully, I spot the culprit—a stubborn piece of fruit lodged deep in her throat.
With one swift, gentle motion, I free it. Alaska gasps for air, and relief washes over us both. Tiny cries turn to soft, grateful chirps.
