Tiny Jasmine sat quietly, her little hands resting on her lap.
She wasn’t in the mood to play. She just wanted to hug her bottle and sip her warm milk.
But then—Tourtour appeared.
His eyes locked onto her bottle.
He wanted it.
Slowly, he crept closer. Jasmine didn’t notice—she was too lost in her thoughts.
Then—SWIPE!
“Eeeek!” Jasmine gasped.
Her bottle was gone!
She turned just in time to see Tourtour dashing away, gripping it tightly!
“NOOOO!” Jasmine wailed.
Tourtour giggled mischievously and took a big sip. Mmm, delicious!
Jasmine’s tiny face crumpled. Tears filled her eyes.
Mom rushed over. “Tourtour! That’s Jasmine’s bottle!”
Tourtour froze.
Uh-oh.
Mom took the bottle back and handed it to Jasmine.
Jasmine sniffled, hugging it tightly.
Tourtour pouted. “But I was just… borrowing!”
Mom shook her head. “Stealing is not nice. Say sorry!”
Tourtour hesitated—then shuffled over. His ears drooped.
“Sorry, Jasmine…” he mumbled.
Jasmine peeked at him.
Then—she surprised everyone.
She held out the bottle.
“You can have a sip,” she whispered.
Tourtour’s face lit up. “Really?”
Jasmine nodded.
And just like that, the two babies giggled together, sharing.
