It was a chaotic morning in the monkey family. Baby monkeys Momo, Kiki, and Milo were all in terrible moods, and poor Mom was at her wit’s end.
Momo sat in the corner, arms crossed, occasionally letting out a frustrated squeak. Kiki rolled on the ground, whining loudly, while Milo climbed up and down a branch, seemingly annoyed with everything around him.
Mom scratched her head. “What on earth has gotten into you three?” she asked, trying to soothe them. She offered bananas. “No!” Momo squealed. She tried cuddling Kiki, but he wriggled away with a loud, grumpy chirp. Milo, meanwhile, flung a tiny piece of fruit to the ground.
Mom took a deep breath. She sat down and observed them closely, trying to figure out what might be wrong. Could they be hungry? Tired? Too hot?
After some time, she had an idea. Mom clapped her hands gently and called, “Let’s go to the stream!” The baby monkeys perked up slightly, though they were still grumbling. She led them to the cool stream nearby, where the sound of bubbling water and the sight of shiny pebbles worked its magic.
Soon enough, Kiki splashed his tiny hands in the water, giggling. Momo started chasing fish, and Milo found a smooth stone he proudly carried around. Their bad moods melted away, replaced by happy squeaks and laughter.
Mom sighed in relief. “Sometimes, all you need is a little fresh air and a change of scenery,” she said to herself, smiling as her little ones played in the stream.
