The late afternoon sun shone softly through the trees as A-Tong sat on a wooden stool, his tiny hands tapping against his legs. The delicious smell of grilled corn filled the air, making his little stomach rumble. His mom was busy turning the golden-yellow corn over the fire, carefully cooking it until it was just right.
But A-Tong didn’t care about perfection—he wanted it now! His wide eyes stared at the corn, and his lips pouted in frustration. His little feet kicked the ground, and suddenly, he let out a loud, dramatic scream.
“EEEEEEK! Maaa! Maaaa!” he wailed, shaking his body impatiently. His mom glanced at him with a gentle smile. “Just a little more, A-Tong. It’s still too hot,” she said, blowing on the corn to cool it down.
But A-Tong wasn’t listening. He stomped his feet, threw his arms in the air, and let out another loud cry. “Eeeeek! Eeeeek! I want it now!” His tiny face scrunched up in anger, and he even rolled on the floor dramatically, making sure his mom knew just how much he couldn’t wait.
His tantrum made the other monkeys nearby chuckle. “A-Tong is such a spoiled boy,” one of them whispered, watching his hilarious outburst.
Finally, his mom broke off a small piece of the corn and blew on it carefully before handing it to him. The moment A-Tong got the warm, juicy bite in his hands, he stopped screaming. He stuffed it into his mouth, munching happily.
His mom shook her head with a smile. “Such a dramatic little boy,” she sighed. But as long as A-Tong was happy, she didn’t mind his silly tantrums.
