Little Bebe was always full of emotions, and when hunger struck, she made sure everyone knew about it. Her tiny belly rumbled, and as soon as she saw the milk bottle in her caretaker’s hand, she burst into loud, dramatic cries.
“WAAAH! WAAAH!” she wailed, rolling on the soft blanket, kicking her little feet. Her big, teary eyes stared desperately at the bottle, her tiny hands reaching out as if begging, “Give it to me NOW!”
The caretaker couldn’t help but smile at her dramatic performance.
“Alright, alright, little one, here you go,” they said, bringing the bottle close.
The second the nipple touched Bebe’s lips, she latched on tightly, sucking the milk as if she had been starving for days. Her cries instantly stopped, replaced by soft slurping sounds. Her little ears twitched with satisfaction, and her tiny fingers grasped the bottle tightly, making sure no one dared to take it away.
As she drank, her breathing slowed, and her body relaxed. Her eyes, still watery from all the crying, started to flutter. She was finally at peace, enjoying every drop of warm, comforting milk.
After a few minutes, her tiny belly was full, and she let out a small, contented sigh. Her grip on the bottle loosened, and her eyes half-closed with sleepiness.
The caretaker chuckled, “So much drama for just a bottle, little one!”
Bebe let out a tiny hiccup, snuggled into the blanket, and drifted off into a peaceful nap—her hunger now completely forgotten.
