Billion Dangerous Baby in Pool, OOP! Boss Bite Sister as Help Tiny Safe, Luna & Lucie Run So Fast
It was supposed to be just another peaceful afternoon near the forest’s edge, where the troop of monkeys often gathered to rest, play, and search for food. But today, chaos and danger unfolded near the old stone pool—an ancient, moss-covered basin filled with murky rainwater, deep and deceptively silent.
Little Jaycee, barely three weeks old, had wandered too close to the edge of the slippery rocks. His tiny feet fumbled as he tried to follow his curious instincts. No one noticed right away—his mother, Luna, was busy grooming her older daughter Lucie, and the rest of the troop was distracted by the arrival of a few dominant males.
Without warning, Jaycee leaned too far over the rim. His tiny hands lost grip. SPLASH! In a heartbeat, he plunged into the cold, still water.
The sound sent a shockwave through the group. Luna’s head snapped toward the pool. “Jaycee!” she screamed with a shrill cry, springing to her feet.
Lucie, quick and alert, dashed toward the pool’s edge. The sight of her baby brother struggling, his face briefly surfacing before dipping again, sent her heart racing. “He’s drowning!” she seemed to shout with her eyes.
Before Luna could even reach the edge, a large shadow crashed down from a high branch—Boss Rojo, one of the strongest and most feared males in the troop. His presence alone was intimidating, but today, something inside him was on edge. Maybe the noise startled him, or maybe he mistook Lucie’s rush for rebellion. Either way, he growled and lunged forward—not at the water, but at Lucie.
OOP!
Rojo bit down on Lucie’s shoulder harshly, forcing her back. She yelped in pain but didn’t retreat. Instead, she stood firm, trembling, staring at the pool. Her instincts to help her brother were too strong to be stopped by pain.
Luna was next. She leaped over Rojo’s growling form and dove toward the water’s edge. Her heart thudded in terror. She saw her son—Jaycee’s little body floating, limbs weak, barely keeping above the surface.
With no time to think, Luna jumped straight into the pool.
SPLASH! The water churned as she paddled toward him with powerful strokes. She grabbed Jaycee gently by the nape and pulled him up. His eyes were wide, his tiny mouth open and gasping. Water streamed down his fur, and his chest heaved in sharp little breaths.
Lucie rushed beside the pool, bruised but determined. She held out her arms, helping her mother lift Jaycee out. Together, they collapsed on the stones, gasping, trembling—but alive.
Jaycee coughed once… twice… and then let out a soft, pitiful cry. He was cold, soaked, and scared—but safe.
Around them, chaos still buzzed. Rojo growled and paced, angry and confused, while the rest of the troop kept their distance, watching in stunned silence.
Luna turned and hissed loudly at Rojo—a fierce sound that silenced even the birds. A mother’s rage had taken hold.
Rojo paused, his eyes narrowing. But for once, he backed off.
Lucie leaned into her mother, her shoulder bleeding slightly from the bite, but her focus was all on Jaycee. She gently rubbed his back, whispering soft clicks and chirps. “It’s okay… you’re okay now.”
The troop slowly began to settle, murmuring among themselves. A few mothers looked at Luna and Lucie with a new kind of respect.
Later, as the sun dipped low, the family huddled under a large fig tree. Jaycee, wrapped in his mother’s arms, was finally sleeping, his breaths calmer. Lucie lay beside them, wincing from the wound but proud.
That day could have ended in tragedy. A billion dangers lurk in the wild, and sometimes the biggest threats come from within the troop itself. But the courage of a sister, the love of a mother, and the power of instinct turned a moment of fear into one of survival.
And while Rojo remained dominant, the troop would never forget the day Luna and Lucie ran so fast—not in fear, but in love—to save one tiny, precious life.
