In the warmth of a small, lively house, chaos broke out once again. Baby monkey Minea, with her fiery temper, was at it with her little sibling, Mako. Their shrill cries and scuffles echoed through the rooms, disrupting the morning calm.
“Minea! Stop it right now!” their human dad bellowed, rushing into the living room where the two were tangled in yet another fight. Minea had her tiny hands firmly gripping Mako’s tail, while Mako squealed and tried to wriggle free.
Dad separated them quickly, placing Minea on one side of the couch and Mako on the other. “What is wrong with you, Minea?” he scolded, his voice firm but tinged with exasperation. “Why can’t you play nicely with your little sister?”
Minea, as bold as ever, didn’t seem fazed by the scolding. She crossed her arms and pouted, her small eyes glaring defiantly at Mako, who peeked from behind Dad’s leg with a mix of fear and satisfaction.
“This is the third time today!” Dad continued, his patience wearing thin. “If you keep this up, no treats for you.” But instead of backing down, Minea let out an angry screech, stomping her little feet on the couch.
Mako, sensing the brewing storm, wisely retreated to a corner. Minea, however, climbed onto Dad’s arm, attempting to plead her case with exaggerated gestures and a series of high-pitched squeals.
Dad sighed deeply. “Minea, you can’t just fight with Mako all the time. She’s your sister, not your enemy.” He set her down gently but firmly on the floor.
Minea sulked for the rest of the morning, but the house finally returned to a semblance of peace—for now.
