The morning was peaceful, with a soft breeze rustling through the trees. But suddenly, a loud, dramatic cry shattered the silence—it was Baby A Tong, and he was not happy at all.
The tiny monkey threw himself onto the ground, rolling back and forth, kicking his little legs wildly. His small hands clenched into fists as he pounded the dirt, his shrieks growing louder with every second. He wanted something, and he wanted it now!
Mom watched from a short distance, her expression calm but slightly amused. She had seen A Tong’s tantrums before—he was a little drama king when things didn’t go his way.
A Tong arched his back, throwing his head back as if the world was ending. His fur got covered in dust as he rolled from side to side, his face scrunched up in frustration.
His cries echoed through the area, making some of the other baby monkeys stop and stare. Even the birds in the trees seemed to pause, curious about this tiny creature’s outrage.
Mom finally walked over, but instead of picking him up right away, she simply sat down beside him. She knew that if she rushed to comfort him too soon, A Tong would never learn patience.
But A Tong wasn’t ready to stop yet. He peeked up at Mom through teary eyes, waiting for her to give in. When she didn’t, he let out one final wail before slowly sitting up, sniffling.
Mom smiled and reached out, gently stroking his soft fur. Her warmth instantly calmed him down. He leaned into her, snuggling close, his tantrum already forgotten.
With a few last sniffles, Baby A Tong finally relaxed, knowing that no matter how frustrated he got, Mom would always be there to comfort him.
