Who Can Help Three Monkeys to See Each Other, and One Big Monkey Wants to Release Them – A Good Leader
In a dense and peaceful corner of the forest, a strange silence fell upon a group of young monkeys. Three baby monkeys—Jovi, Luno, and Tika—had somehow been separated from one another, each sitting quietly in their own little patch of grass, unable to see or reach the others. They looked confused, turning their heads and calling out in soft cries, but tall bushes and fallen branches blocked their view. It was clear—they were close, but not close enough to find comfort.
Jovi sat under a big banana tree, hugging his knees. Luno was crouched behind a low log, ears twitching with every rustle. And poor little Tika had climbed onto a rock, scanning the area with worried eyes. They could hear each other faintly but couldn’t find a way to reunite. Each one was scared, thinking the others had disappeared.
But watching all of this from above, perched on a strong branch, was a large and wise monkey named Mako.
Mako was not just any adult monkey. He was known throughout the troop as a calm and fair leader. His powerful body moved with grace, and his sharp eyes missed nothing. He had helped settle fights, rescued babies from danger, and guided the young ones with patience. Today, his heart ached as he watched the three babies struggling to find each other.
Mako understood that the troop was strongest when it was united—and these three babies, though small, were the future. He knew he had to help.
With a soft grunt, Mako climbed down from the branch and walked to the middle of the three babies’ locations. He looked left, then right, then straight ahead—his mind working quickly. The babies were safe, but emotionally lost. What they needed was connection.
Mako began his plan.
First, he called out in a deep, calm tone. The babies looked up, recognizing his voice. Then, he walked toward Jovi and gently nudged him out from under the banana tree. Jovi looked frightened but trusted Mako and followed slowly.
Next, Mako moved to the log where Luno was hiding. With a quick push, he rolled the log slightly to one side—just enough for Jovi and Luno to see each other. The moment they made eye contact, both lit up. Jovi squeaked. Luno chirped back. They ran to each other and hugged tightly, as if they’d been lost for days.
But there was still one more—Tika.
Mako led the reunited pair toward the rock where Tika sat. When Tika spotted them from above, she leapt down with joy, her little feet landing fast as she ran toward her friends. The three babies collapsed into a pile of cuddles and playful squeals. Their sadness had turned into celebration, and it was all because of Mako’s quiet leadership.
He stood nearby, watching with a satisfied smile on his face.
He hadn’t roared or demanded attention. He hadn’t forced them. He had simply used his strength and wisdom to guide the young ones gently back together. That is what a good leader does—not rule with fear, but lead with heart.
From that day forward, the babies followed Mako wherever he went. He wasn’t just their protector; he was their teacher, their guide, and their hero. And the whole troop respected him even more, not for being the strongest—but for having the biggest heart.
So, who can help three monkeys to see each other again?
It’s the one big monkey who chooses to release them from confusion and fear—not with power, but with kindness.
That’s what made Mako the good leader everyone needed.
