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OMG! Intentionally End Baby Life in Pool, Libby & Rainbow Seek for Lucie, Meet Her Western Fan Lovely
The sun had barely risen over the canopy when the forest started to stir. Birds chirped, leaves rustled, and small animals awoke from the night’s rest. But amidst this peaceful morning, a tragedy was unfolding near the edge of the shallow forest pool—a place once known for play, not pain.
Lucie, a young mother monkey, had been unusually quiet in recent days. Her baby, still fragile and not yet steady on its legs, had clung to her chest tightly. But something had shifted in Lucie—some mix of confusion, exhaustion, and possibly rejection from the troop. And now, something unthinkable was happening.
Witnesses later described it with disbelief. Lucie, in a daze, walked straight toward the pool with her baby clutched loosely. She stepped into the shallow water and stood silently. Then, slowly, she lowered the baby into the pool, letting it go.
The baby splashed weakly. It gasped. It fought.
But Lucie didn’t lift it back.
Nearby, Libby and Rainbow, two older females in the troop, were watching from the bushes. Libby’s sharp eyes widened in horror. Rainbow let out a small shriek. Something was wrong—terribly wrong.
They sprang into action, racing toward the pool. Libby dashed into the water, reaching for the struggling baby. Rainbow tried to pull Lucie back, who stood still as if frozen, lost in her own world.
Together, the two monkeys lifted the baby out of the water and placed it gently on dry land. The infant coughed and sputtered, alive but terrified. Libby wrapped it in her arms, giving it warmth, while Rainbow glared at Lucie with confusion and grief.
Lucie didn’t fight them. She sat down by the pool, trembling, staring at her hands as if realizing what she had just done. It was no accident. Something deeper had driven her to the edge.
The troop was in shock.
Word of the event spread quickly through the area, especially among the human visitors who often came to observe the monkeys. One of them, a kind woman named Emily, was a nature volunteer from the West. She had spent weeks following the troop and had become emotionally connected, especially to Lucie, whom she described in her notes as “gentle and misunderstood.”
Emily had been nearby when it happened. She ran toward the group after hearing the commotion. As she arrived, she found Libby cradling the baby and Rainbow pacing around nervously. And Lucie—Lucie was sitting alone, soaked and shivering in the morning mist.
Emily approached slowly. She knew the monkeys recognized her scent, her presence. Lucie looked up weakly. Emily knelt nearby, gently placing a piece of fruit on the ground, her eyes full of sorrow.
“I’m here, sweet girl,” she whispered. “It’s okay.”
Lucie slowly crawled closer, resting her hand on the fruit without eating. Emily sat still, her heart aching. She knew this moment was delicate. She didn’t know all the reasons behind Lucie’s actions—but she saw the pain in her eyes, the confusion, the deep sadness.
Over the next few days, Emily stayed close to Lucie, observing quietly, making notes, offering comfort. Libby and Rainbow took turns caring for the baby, acting as guardians until Lucie could regain her strength and clarity.
The incident sparked concern from local conservationists. They discussed what might cause such behavior—a mix of stress, environmental pressure, hormonal shifts, or rejection by peers. Whatever the reason, Lucie needed help—not punishment.
Eventually, Lucie began to respond again to her baby. She groomed it gently. She held it close once more. The bond was shaky, but not broken.
And Emily remained by her side.
To many, it looked like a miracle—how a Western volunteer, a stranger from far away, could show such understanding and patience with an animal in emotional distress. Lucie’s recovery wasn’t just because of her troop. It was also thanks to a lovely human heart that refused to turn away.
The jungle never forgets. And this story of near-tragedy, survival, and unexpected love became a whispered tale among the forest trees, reminding all that even in the darkest moments, a second chance is possible.
