Little Jasmine had a unique way of getting what she wanted.
She didn’t just cry or reach out like other baby monkeys—she made it dramatic.
That day, she wanted to be picked up, but Jueur was busy.
So, what did she do?
She flopped backward onto the floor, arms stretched out, staring at the ceiling.
And then—she waited.
She lay there, completely still, peeking out of the corner of her eye.
Would Jueur notice?
At first, Jueur didn’t react. Jasmine’s tiny tail twitched impatiently.
Then, realizing she wasn’t getting attention, she let out a long, dramatic sigh.
Still nothing.
So, she wiggled her arms and let out a tiny whimper.
Jueur finally turned. “Jasmine, what are you doing?”
Jasmine didn’t move. She just blinked up at Jueur, her little face full of silent demand.
Jueur chuckled. “Oh, I see. You want me to pick you up?”
Jasmine nodded slightly but stayed on the floor—because, obviously, she needed to be rescued.
With a smile, Jueur scooped her up, cradling her gently.
Jasmine snuggled in, mission complete.
Jueur shook his head, laughing softly. “You’re the most dramatic little monkey I’ve ever seen.”
But Jasmine didn’t care. She got exactly what she wanted—cuddles in Jueur’s arms.
And that’s all that mattered.
