Little Linda stood on her tiny legs, her tail twitching impatiently. Her round eyes scanned the yard, but there was no sign of her dad. Her tiny belly rumbled, and frustration built inside her.
“Eeeeeh! Eeeeeh!” she suddenly screamed, her little voice ringing through the air. She stomped her tiny feet and waved her arms. Where was her milk?
She turned her head left and right, her face full of annoyance. She saw her dad walking back slowly, holding her milk bottle—but it was taking too long!
“Hurry up, Dad!” she seemed to yell as she stomped again. Her tiny hands clenched into fists, and her little mouth opened even wider.
Dad finally reached her, holding up the warm milk bottle. But before he could even sit down, Linda snatched it with both hands, stuffing the nipple into her mouth.
Slurp! Slurp! The first sip calmed her, and she closed her eyes in relief. Her tantrum disappeared in seconds as the warm milk filled her tummy.
Dad shook his head and laughed, “Such a dramatic little girl!” But Linda didn’t care. As long as she had her milk, the world was perfect again. 🍼🐵💕
