A Tong, the playful little monkey, had spent the whole day exploring his new human home. His tiny hands grasped the wooden beams of the playpen, swinging around like an acrobat, leaping from one toy to another. He was full of energy, his giggles echoing through the room as he climbed over cushions, darted around the furniture, and played with the assortment of stuffed animals his human parents had bought him. Every now and then, he’d pause to stare out the window, watching the birds fly by, his curious eyes wide with wonder.
But as the day went on, his little tummy began to grumble. His non-stop playing had worked up quite the appetite, and A Tong, still small and not fully able to express his hunger, started to get a little fussy. His stomach growled, and his energy started to wane.
He looked at his human mom, who had been sitting on the couch nearby, keeping a watchful eye over him. With a soft whine, he climbed up to her lap, tugging at her sleeve. His tiny eyes were wide and pleading, a look of hunger mixed with exhaustion. “Momma… milk?” he whimpered, his little arms reaching up toward her.
His mom smiled warmly, understanding the request. She gently picked him up, cradling him in her arms. “You’ve played so much today, little one,” she said softly, stroking his fur. She then carefully made a bottle of milk, her hands moving deftly. A Tong eagerly took the bottle in his hands, his tiny fingers gripping it as he suckled, his little face lighting up with relief.
As the milk filled his tummy, A Tong’s tiredness seemed to melt away, his playful spirit slowly returning. He curled up contentedly in his mom’s arms, sipping the last of the milk before giving a satisfied sigh. The adventures of the day could wait—now he just wanted to snuggle up and rest.
