Little Binky was not in a good mood. His tiny belly rumbled, and the smell of ripe fruits made him even more impatient. He looked around, hoping for his caretaker to bring his favorite meal—warm milk and sweet bananas. But there was nothing in sight yet.
At first, he whimpered softly, his big, round eyes scanning for any sign of food. But when he realized that his milk wasn’t coming fast enough, he threw himself onto the floor, crying loudly in frustration.
“WAAAH! WAAAH!” His tiny hands flailed, his tail curled up, and he pounded the ground with his feet. It was as if the whole world was ending just because he hadn’t gotten his food yet.
His caretaker rushed over with a bottle of milk and a plate of fresh fruits. But Binky was so caught up in his tantrum that he didn’t notice right away. He kept crying and rolling around, demanding attention.
“Binky, look! Your milk and fruit are here!” the caretaker called out.
The second Binky saw the bottle, his crying stopped. He snatched it quickly, gulping down the warm milk as if he hadn’t eaten in days. His little fingers clutched the bottle tightly, his cheeks puffing as he drank eagerly.
Once the milk was finished, he reached for the slices of banana and juicy mango, stuffing them into his mouth with both hands. His tantrum had completely vanished, replaced by the happy munching sounds of a full baby monkey.
After his belly was full, Binky sighed with satisfaction, licked his fingers, and curled up in a cozy corner, feeling completely at peace. Hunger had made him cry, but now, with a full tummy, all he wanted was a nap.
