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Baby Rojo Jealous of Tiny Candy, Rojo Attacks Baby Candy Extremely
Deep in the heart of the jungle, where the treetops swayed and birds screeched their morning songs, a small troop of monkeys thrived. Their world was a delicate balance of hierarchy, affection, and competition, where bonds were made and broken in an instant.
Among them were two baby monkeys, Rojo and Candy. Rojo was a mischievous, energetic little macaque, full of curiosity and playfulness. He had been the center of attention since birth, cherished by his mother and adored by the others in the troop. But that changed the day Candy was born.
Candy was much smaller than Rojo, delicate and fragile, her tiny hands barely able to grasp the branches as she clung to her mother. From the moment she arrived, she became the new favorite—her big, innocent eyes and soft fur made the older females dote on her constantly. Even Rojo’s own mother occasionally cooed over Candy, something that stung Rojo deeply.
Rojo had never experienced such jealousy before, but the more attention Candy received, the more his resentment grew. His little heart burned with frustration. Why did everyone love Candy so much? Why had they stopped playing with him? Why did even his own mother smile at Candy in a way that used to be meant for him?
The feeling gnawed at him every day, his small body trembling with unspoken rage. At first, he tried to ignore it. He played harder, climbed higher, and made mischief to regain the attention he had lost. But no matter what he did, all eyes remained on Candy. And so, something dark settled inside him.
One humid afternoon, as the troop gathered near a shallow pool, Candy was nestled safely in her mother’s arms, while Rojo sat sulking on a nearby branch. He watched as Candy’s mother groomed her lovingly, the older females making soft noises of approval.
Rojo clenched his tiny fists. His breathing grew shallow. The jealousy that had simmered inside him for weeks finally boiled over.
Without warning, he leaped from the branch, landing near Candy and her mother. The sudden movement startled them, and Candy’s mother looked up, confused. But before she could react, Rojo reached out and grabbed tiny Candy by the arm.
Candy let out a soft, surprised squeak. She was too little to understand what was happening, too innocent to sense Rojo’s rage.
With a vicious tug, Rojo yanked Candy from her mother’s arms. The troop gasped, a few of the females chattering in alarm, but no one moved fast enough.
Rojo dragged Candy across the dirt, his small but determined hands gripping her tightly. Candy began to cry, her tiny whimpers turning into terrified screams. But Rojo didn’t stop. He wanted her to feel weak, to feel as small as he did.
Then, with a force that shocked even the watching monkeys, Rojo shoved Candy against a rock. The tiny baby tumbled, her delicate body rolling over the rough surface. She let out a high-pitched wail, her little limbs flailing as she tried to protect herself.
Candy’s mother screeched in fury, lunging toward Rojo, but he was too quick. He darted away, his heart pounding, his breath ragged.
Candy lay still for a moment, whimpering softly. Her mother scooped her up, cradling her protectively, inspecting her for injuries. Thankfully, Candy was hurt but not severely—just shaken, confused, and frightened.
The troop fell silent, all eyes now on Rojo. His mother approached, her face a mask of anger and disappointment. She yanked him away from the group, chattering harshly. The once-adored baby was now the outcast.
Rojo looked back at Candy, still trembling in her mother’s arms. He had wanted to punish her, to make her feel as lonely as he did—but now, as he felt the weight of the troop’s disapproval, he realized something else.
He was the one who was truly alone.
As the jungle around them buzzed back to life, Rojo sat in the shadows, his tiny hands trembling, his heart heavy with something new.
Regret.
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