Little Jasmine tossed and turned, her tiny belly grumbling.
She had been waiting forever for her milk.
Mom was still busy working, and Jasmine was losing patience.
Her little hands clenched into fists.
Her lips pouted.
And then—
“WAAAAAAAAAH!!!”
A deafening scream echoed through the house.
Jasmine kicked the floor, flailing her arms.
“MOMMMYYYY! MIIILK!!!” she wailed.
Minea covered her ears. “Oh no, not again!”
Emma peeked over. “Uh-oh… Hurricane Jasmine is here!”
But Jasmine didn’t care.
Her milk was late.
And she was ANGRY.
She rolled on the floor, screaming even louder.
“MOMMMMM!!!”
Finally, Mom rushed in with the bottle.
“Oh, my baby, I’m so sorry! Mommy was working!” she said, kneeling beside her.
Jasmine snatched the bottle instantly.
“HMPH!” she huffed, still pouting.
She sucked on the bottle aggressively, glaring at Mom.
Mom giggled, stroking her fur. “Don’t be mad, baby. Mommy loves you!”
Jasmine paused.
She peeked up at Mom… then snuggled into her lap.
Her anger melted away.
