The early morning sun peeked through the leaves, casting golden light over the peaceful jungle. But amid the gentle rustling of the trees, one loud sound broke the silence—Robby’s desperate cries!
“Eeeek! Eeeek!” Robby, the tiny baby monkey, sat on the ground, his little belly empty and his face scrunched up in frustration. His soft fur was ruffled, his mouth wide open, and his tiny hands clenched into fists as he screamed for milk.
His mother, who had been busy searching for food nearby, turned her head in concern. She saw her little one rocking back and forth, his tail curling in distress.
“Oh, Robby! What’s wrong?” she hurried over, but Robby didn’t calm down.
He kicked his tiny legs, shook his body, and cried even louder. His eyes were watery, and his lips trembled. He was too hungry to wait another second!
His mother sighed and sat down, pulling him close to her warm chest. The moment she lifted him, Robby clung to her like a tiny koala, whimpering softly.
Then—finally—she offered him milk.
Robby’s cries instantly stopped. His little lips latched onto his mother’s belly, and his tiny hands gripped her fur tightly.
Sip… sip… sip… The jungle was quiet again as Robby drank happily. His small body relaxed, his tail curled in satisfaction, and his eyes started to close.
His mother smiled, stroking his tiny head gently.
“My little troublemaker,” she whispered, “you just needed some milk, didn’t you?”
And as Robby’s tummy filled up, his cries turned into soft, sleepy sighs.
