In the cozy shade of the family’s treehouse, the atmosphere had taken a tense turn. Baby monkey Yuri, usually playful and cheerful, had recently started showing an aggressive streak. Her tiny face often wore a mischievous expression, and her tail flicked with irritation as she eyed her little sibling, Minea.
Minea, the quieter and more innocent of the two, had been on the receiving end of Yuri’s troublesome antics all morning. While Minea peacefully played with a bright yellow leaf she’d found, Yuri prowled nearby, plotting her next move. Without warning, Yuri lunged forward, grabbing the leaf and giving Minea a light but deliberate bite on her tiny hand.
Minea let out a sharp cry, her wide eyes filling with tears. She scurried to the corner, clutching her hand, as if trying to understand why her big sister had turned on her. Meanwhile, Yuri strutted around proudly, her tiny chest puffed up, as if she’d won a great battle.
Hearing the commotion, their mother rushed in. She immediately scooped up Minea, comforting her with soft pats and soothing sounds. Turning to Yuri, their mother fixed her with a stern look. “Yuri, this behavior isn’t acceptable,” she scolded, her voice firm but calm.
Yuri, realizing she was in trouble, crossed her arms and turned away, pouting. Yet deep down, she felt a pang of guilt as she saw Minea sniffle in their mother’s arms.
Later that day, with some coaxing from their mother, Yuri shyly approached Minea with a small offering—a flower she’d picked from the garden. Minea hesitated but eventually accepted it, her sweet nature prevailing.
Though the peace was restored, everyone knew Yuri still had a lot to learn about kindness and patience.
