It was a sunny afternoon in the quiet backyard, where baby monkey ATong was usually seen running around and playing with his favorite toys. But today, the mood was different. ATong was upset, and he was making sure everyone knew it.
It all started when his mom scolded him for grabbing the fruit bowl off the kitchen counter. She had gently tapped his hand and told him, “No, ATong, that’s not for you!” But ATong didn’t take kindly to being corrected.
With a dramatic huff, he stomped out of the kitchen, his little tail flicking in irritation. He found a corner under the shade of a banana tree and plopped himself down, his arms crossed tightly. His pouty face told the whole story—he was angry and not planning to forgive anytime soon.
For a while, ATong sat in silence, refusing to acknowledge anyone. His tiny fingers absentmindedly fidgeted with a blade of grass. Then, as if trying to distract himself from his frustration, he began inspecting his private area with great focus.
He lifted his little legs and leaned forward, tilting his head curiously. His tiny fingers prodded and poked as he examined himself with all the seriousness of a scientist.
From the kitchen, his mom watched through the window, shaking her head in amusement. “What is that boy up to now?” she muttered, a small smile playing on her lips.
ATong, still grumpy, stayed in his corner, completely absorbed in his inspection. Every so often, he’d glance toward the house, his pout deepening when he spotted his mom.
Eventually, his curiosity seemed to calm him down. He sighed, stretched his little arms, and waddled back inside, his tantrum forgotten—for now.
