The morning sun peeked through the window as little Lucky, the baby monkey, stretched and yawned, waking up from his cozy slumber. Almost immediately, his tummy rumbled, signaling his urgent need for breakfast. Lucky let out a soft whimper, which quickly turned into an impatient squeak as he spotted his mom preparing milk in the kitchen.
“Mum, hurry up! Get milk, please!” his tiny face seemed to say, his large, expressive eyes fixed on her every move. He shuffled impatiently, his little hands gripping the edge of the table as he leaned forward, almost willing the milk to be ready faster.
His mom, ever calm and loving, glanced over with a smile. “Just a moment, Lucky,” she cooed, carefully measuring and mixing.
But patience wasn’t Lucky’s strong suit today. With an adorable pout, he climbed down from the table and toddled over, tugging at her arm and squealing. His little feet tapped on the floor as if to say, Now, Mum! Now!
Finally, the warm bottle was ready. Mom turned around and handed it to him. Lucky’s face lit up with delight, and he clutched the bottle tightly, settling down in his favorite corner to drink his milk. His tiny lips made happy sucking sounds as he gulped it down, his earlier frustration forgotten.
As he finished, Lucky gave a contented sigh and looked up at his mom with a cheeky grin, as if to say, “Told you I couldn’t wait!”
