The morning sun peeked through the trees, casting golden light over the yard. A Tong, the tiny baby monkey, sat on a wooden stool near a large metal basin filled with warm water. His mom was preparing his bath, humming softly, but A Tong already sensed trouble. His little face twisted in suspicion, and his tail curled nervously.
The moment his mom scooped him up and lowered him into the water, A Tong let out a dramatic wail. His tiny arms flailed, splashing water everywhere. He kicked his legs furiously, his little mouth forming a perfect pout.
“Stop acting, little boy,” his mom chuckled, gently pouring warm water over his soft fur.
But A Tong was determined to resist. He clung to the edge of the basin, shaking his head, his eyes wide with exaggerated panic. The warm water was soothing, but he refused to admit it. Instead, he whined and whimpered as if facing the greatest hardship of his life.
His mom gently rubbed his tiny arms, cleaning off the dust from yesterday’s play. The moment she touched his belly, A Tong let out a high-pitched squeal, twisting dramatically as if the water had betrayed him.
Finally, after much struggling, his mom lifted him out, wrapping him in a soft towel. Instantly, his cries stopped. His body relaxed in the cozy warmth, and his eyes blinked sleepily.
“Such a little actor,” his mom teased, kissing his damp head.
A Tong sighed dramatically, snuggling into the towel. The bath was over, and the morning drama had come to an end—until the next time.
