Unbelievable! Katrina Gives Good Lesson to Libby – She Needs to Learn Sometime How to Care for Baby Rainbow
Deep within the green heart of the forest, where monkey families leapt through trees and babies clung tightly to their mothers, a surprising and powerful lesson unfolded. It wasn’t about dominance or food—it was about love, responsibility, and learning the delicate art of caring for a baby. At the center of it all were three monkeys: Katrina, the wise and experienced mother; Libby, a young and impulsive female; and tiny Baby Rainbow, the fragile heart of this unfolding story.
Katrina was known among the troop as a strong and capable mother. Her presence was calm, her instincts sharp, and her parenting admired by many. Baby Rainbow, though not her own child, had recently come under Katrina’s care after being partially abandoned by her weak and struggling birth mother. Without hesitation, Katrina took the baby in as if she were her own, protecting her, feeding her, and ensuring she felt safe.
Libby, on the other hand, was curious but clumsy when it came to babies. Still without a child of her own, she was often seen hovering around the mothers and infants, trying to help, sometimes grabbing babies without warning, or grooming too roughly. Her intentions weren’t bad—but her actions were reckless. The other mothers grew cautious, especially Katrina, who had already noticed Libby’s growing fascination with Baby Rainbow.
One morning, while Katrina was grooming Rainbow gently beneath a wide banyan tree, Libby crept closer. Her eyes were locked on the baby, her fingers twitching with eagerness. She chirped softly, crouched low, and without waiting for permission, she reached out and tried to scoop Rainbow up.
It happened in a flash.
Katrina let out a loud, sharp bark—a warning that echoed through the trees. She grabbed Rainbow back with practiced ease, holding the baby to her chest while stepping between Libby and the infant. Libby froze, startled by the outburst. The other monkeys paused their foraging to watch the tense moment.
But instead of attacking or scolding Libby with aggression, Katrina did something unexpected.
She sat down, still holding Rainbow close, and gestured for Libby to come closer again—but slowly, gently. Libby hesitated, then moved forward cautiously, lowering her eyes in a sign of submission.
Katrina then began what looked like a lesson.
She carefully adjusted Rainbow in her arms, showing Libby how to support the baby’s fragile limbs. With deliberate, slow movements, she gently groomed Rainbow’s tiny head, cleaned her ears, and rocked her softly. Libby watched in awe, absorbing every detail. Then Katrina made a soft chirp and offered Rainbow’s hand for Libby to touch—under her guidance.
Libby reached out, trembling slightly, and gently stroked Rainbow’s fur. This time, there was no grabbing, no clumsy pull. Just a soft, respectful gesture.
It was unbelievable. The troop had never seen Katrina offer anyone else a lesson in baby care—especially someone like Libby, who had made mistakes in the past. But Katrina understood something deeper. She knew that Libby wanted to help, to love, to learn. She didn’t need punishment. She needed guidance.
From that moment on, Libby changed.
She began to follow Katrina closely, learning from her movements and behavior. She watched how Katrina cradled Rainbow during rest, how she soothed her when she cried, and how she never let her out of sight. Libby started practicing these small acts of care with orphaned or playful young ones under supervision. And Katrina, patiently, let her try.
The lesson wasn’t just about how to care for a baby—it was about responsibility, gentleness, and trust.
Baby Rainbow remained safe and well-loved, and Libby grew into a more mature and nurturing member of the troop. She had learned, finally, that caring for a baby wasn’t about play—it was a sacred duty.
And all thanks to one incredible lesson from Katrina.
