The early morning sun had barely risen when baby A Tong’s loud cries echoed through the yard. He was curled up inside a small woven basket, his tiny hands gripping the edges tightly. His fur was slightly messy from a long night’s sleep, and his face was scrunched up in pure defiance.
It was bath time—but A Tong had made up his mind. He wasn’t going to let it happen without a fight.
His caretaker approached with a small bucket of warm water and a soft towel, smiling gently. “Come on, A Tong, it’s just a little bath. You’ll feel fresh after this!”
But A Tong screamed in protest, shaking his head violently. His little body squirmed in the basket, refusing to be picked up. He flailed his arms, kicking his tiny feet, making it nearly impossible for his caretaker to grab him.
“Nooo!!” His tiny cries were sharp and stubborn, his eyes filled with frustration.
The other baby monkeys, already clean and playing in the yard, paused to watch the drama unfold. JB nudged Ricky and whispered, “A Tong always makes a big fuss!” Ricky giggled, nodding in agreement.
Seeing that persuasion wasn’t working, the caretaker tried a different approach. “Alright, if you don’t want a bath, I’ll just leave this water here.” She set the bucket down and pretended to walk away.
A Tong stopped crying for a moment, peeking over the basket’s edge. He eyed the water suspiciously, his little nose twitching. His tantrum had worn him out, and now he was just curious.
Slowly, he reached out, dipping his fingers into the water. It was warm and soothing. He blinked, tilting his head as if reconsidering.
With a small sigh, A Tong finally let his caretaker lift him out of the basket. He pouted but didn’t resist this time. As the warm water ran over his tiny body, his stubborn expression softened.
By the end of the bath, A Tong was no longer upset. In fact, he even let out a tiny yawn, cuddling into his towel as his caretaker dried him off.
Another morning, another dramatic tantrum—but in the end, A Tong was fresh and clean, ready to start his playful day!
