Titas could smell it before he even saw it. His favorite nutrient food was being prepared, and he couldn’t wait another second!
He bounced on his little feet, his eyes locked on Mom’s hands as she carefully prepared the meal. His tiny stomach rumbled, and his excitement grew.
But Mom was taking too long.
“HURRY, MOM!” he shouted, his voice echoing through the room.
Mom ignored him, focused on making sure the food was just right.
Titas huffed, his little fists clenching. He jumped up and down, his tail swishing wildly.
“MOOOOM! I’M HUNGRYYYYY!” he wailed dramatically.
Mom finally glanced at him, raising an eyebrow. “Titas, be patient!”
But patience was not an option.
Titas threw himself on the ground, kicking his tiny legs in frustration. His loud screaming tantrum made the other monkeys stop and stare.
Just then, Mom walked over, holding the bowl of food. Titas immediately stopped crying, his eyes lighting up.
“FOOOD!!” he cheered, jumping up.
Mom handed him the bowl but gave him a stern look. “No more shouting like that, okay?”
Titas grinned—his mouth already full. “Mmmhmm!” he mumbled, too busy enjoying his delicious meal.
