Early in the morning, tiny baby monkey Minea sat on a small wooden chair in the yard, her big round eyes searching for her daddy. She was hungry, and her little tummy rumbled with impatience. Where was Daddy with her milk?
Minea pouted, kicking her tiny feet. She could already imagine the warm, sweet taste of milk, but waiting was the hardest part. Suddenly, she spotted her dad coming out of the house, holding her milk bottle.
Her eyes lit up! Milk! Finally!
Without thinking, Minea jumped down from the chair and started walking toward him as fast as her tiny legs could go. But something about the way she moved made everyone giggle—she waddled side to side, just like a little penguin!
Her small arms flapped slightly as she took each careful step, her chubby body swaying with every movement. She looked so serious, determined to reach her goal.
Daddy stopped and laughed. “Minea, are you a baby monkey or a penguin?” he teased, holding the milk bottle up.
Minea didn’t care. She wanted her milk! She kept walking, her little feet making soft tapping sounds on the ground. Step by step, wobble by wobble—until finally, she reached Daddy.
She stretched her arms up, eyes full of urgency. “Mmm-mmm!!” she demanded, pointing at the bottle.
Daddy chuckled and scooped her up into his arms. “Alright, little penguin, here’s your milk.”
The moment the bottle touched her lips, Minea closed her eyes and sucked happily. She had made it!
And as she drank, she curled up in Daddy’s arms, feeling warm, loved, and very full—like the happiest little penguin-monkey in the world.
