Once upon a time, in a lush jungle, lived a curious little monkey named Miko. Miko was playful and loved to swing from tree to tree, always filled with energy and excitement. His tiny paws grasped the branches with ease as he explored his surroundings. But there was one thing that Miko never understood – the mysterious “angry hand” that he encountered one day in the jungle. It was a strange and frightening moment for him, one that made him angry and confused.
The “angry hand” was not a creature, nor was it a part of any animal. It was something far more unexpected: a human hand. Miko had never seen a human before. The hand appeared suddenly, reaching out from behind the dense foliage. It grabbed at Miko, causing him to scramble in fear. The touch was harsh and uninviting, unlike anything he had ever experienced. He had always been used to the gentle pats from his mother and the playful touches of his jungle friends, but this hand was different. It was firm and unfriendly, making him feel trapped and vulnerable.
The monkey’s fear quickly turned to anger. He bared his teeth and growled, shaking his tiny fists at the hand. Why was this strange hand so angry? Why did it want to grab him? Miko didn’t know. All he could understand was the sense of threat it brought with it. For the first time in his life, Miko felt the sting of injustice. Why would someone want to hurt him? What had he done to deserve this? He was just a little monkey, minding his own business. In his mind, the hand was an enemy, an intruder into his peaceful world, and he was furious.
The “angry hand” eventually withdrew, leaving Miko trembling and still feeling the anger burn inside him. The encounter had been a confusing one, and for days afterward, Miko could not shake the feeling that something was wrong. He began to grow wary of all hands, even those of his friends in the jungle. Every time he saw a hand reaching out toward him, his heart would race with fear and a rush of angry thoughts. The jungle that once felt so safe now seemed like a place full of dangers he could not understand.
But as the days passed, Miko began to calm down. His mother, a wise and gentle monkey, noticed his behavior and decided to talk to him. She sat with him on a high tree branch, gently patting his back. “Miko,” she began softly, “I see that you are upset. Tell me, what has made you so angry?”
Miko, still feeling a bit confused, told his mother about the “angry hand” and how it had scared him. His mother listened carefully, nodding in understanding. “Ah, I see,” she said. “Sometimes, humans can be a bit harsh. They don’t always know how to be gentle, and that can make them seem angry. But not all hands are bad, Miko. Sometimes, a hand is just reaching out to help, not to harm. You need to remember that not everything that seems scary is truly a danger.”
Miko pondered his mother’s words, still a little unsure, but feeling comforted by her presence. She was right; he had been frightened by something unknown, and that fear had turned into anger. But his mother’s gentle voice helped him realize that he didn’t need to hold on to that anger. The world was not as dangerous as it had seemed in that moment with the “angry hand.”
As Miko grew older, he learned more about humans and their ways. He began to understand that while some humans might act harshly or out of fear, not all of them were angry or bad. The key was to not react with fear and anger, but to approach the world with curiosity and an open mind. And when he saw an “angry hand” again, he would pause, breathe, and think carefully before responding.
One day, while Miko was playing with his friends, he heard a cry. It was soft, yet filled with urgency. He rushed toward the sound and found a baby bird, alone and hungry, chirping desperately. His mother appeared beside him, and Miko looked up at her with wide eyes. “Why is the baby bird crying, Mother?”
His mother nodded thoughtfully and explained, “The baby bird is hungry, Miko. Just like you were when you were small. When you are hungry, you cry out to be fed. It’s the way of nature.”
Miko understood then. The baby bird’s cries were not an angry outburst, but a simple, honest need. And in that moment, Miko felt a deep sense of compassion. He realized that just like him, others sometimes needed help, love, and understanding.
In time, Miko learned that the world was full of mysteries—some good, some bad—but that anger didn’t solve them. Patience, understanding, and kindness could. And as he looked after the baby bird alongside his mother, he understood that life was full of both challenges and opportunities to help others.
