The first rays of the sun peeked through the trees, casting a golden glow over the quiet morning. But the peaceful silence was quickly shattered by a loud, high-pitched scream. Baby monkey Titas was awake, and he was not happy.
His tiny belly rumbled, and he let out another sharp cry, kicking his little legs in frustration. Where was his milk bottle? His mother always fed him first thing in the morning, but today, she was nowhere in sight. Titas sat up, rubbing his sleepy eyes before screaming again, demanding attention.
He crawled toward the edge of the sleeping area, his tail twitching with impatience. His sharp cries echoed through the surroundings, stirring a few other baby monkeys from their slumber. One of them, still half-asleep, covered his ears and turned away, but Titas didn’t care—he needed his milk, and he needed it now!
The commotion soon caught the attention of his mother, who had been gathering food nearby. Hearing her baby’s desperate wails, she quickly rushed back. The moment Titas saw her, he reached his tiny hands out, his face scrunched up in distress. But where was the bottle?
His mother gently picked him up, rocking him slightly, but this wasn’t enough for Titas. He threw his head back and let out an even louder scream, shaking his little fists. His mother, with a knowing smile, quickly grabbed the milk bottle from a nearby spot and brought it to his lips.
The moment the warm milk touched his tongue, Titas’ tantrum stopped. His tiny hands clutched the bottle tightly as he drank greedily, his eyes slowly closing in satisfaction. His mother chuckled, stroking his soft fur. Morning peace had been restored—at least until the next feeding time.
