Jack was having a great time, rolling around in the dirt, climbing trees, and playing like a wild little monkey. But then—Mom decided it was bath time.
As soon as he saw the water, Jack’s eyes widened in horror.
“NOOOO!” he screamed, clinging to the nearest tree.
Mom sighed. “Jack, you’re covered in dirt. You need a bath!”
But Jack wasn’t listening. He kicked, flailed, and wailed as Mom gently tried to pull him toward the water.
“I DON’T NEED A BATH! I’M CLEAN!” he shrieked, even though his fur was sticky, muddy, and full of leaves.
Mom finally scooped him up and placed him in the warm water.
SPLASH!!
Jack kicked wildly, sending water everywhere. His tantrum grew louder, his tiny hands grabbing at Mom’s arms as if she were committing a crime.
“HELP! SAVE ME! MOM’S WASHING ME!” he wailed dramatically.
Mom just shook her head and poured soapy water over his tiny head.
Jack froze. The water was actually… kinda nice.
His cries softened as Mom gently scrubbed him, massaging his little arms.
By the time she was rinsing off the soap, Jack was completely relaxed. His eyes were half-closed, and he even let out a content sigh.
Mom smiled. “See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
Jack blinked. Then, realizing what just happened, he crossed his arms in protest.
“Hmph! Next time, I’ll scream louder!”
