Baby monkey Jasmine was in one of her moods again. Her little arms were crossed, her fluffy tail twitching as she sat stubbornly on a tree branch, refusing to listen to her mother.
“Jasmine, come down now!” her mother called, but Jasmine turned her head away dramatically, pouting. She wasn’t feeling good today—her belly was a little upset, and she was already cranky. Nothing Mom said would change her mind.
Her mother sighed and climbed closer, reaching out gently. But the moment Jasmine saw her coming, she let out an exaggerated shriek, throwing herself onto the branch like the world was ending.
“Nooo! Don’t touch me!” she wailed, kicking her tiny feet in protest.
The whole jungle seemed to pause at her dramatic display. Other baby monkeys peeked from behind the leaves, curious about the commotion. Even an old parrot nearby squawked in amusement.
Jasmine’s mother rolled her eyes. She had seen this act too many times before.
“You’re being silly, Jasmine. I just want to check if you’re okay.”
But Jasmine wasn’t done yet. She grabbed a vine and spun around, hanging upside down like a little acrobat, letting out another dramatic cry.
Her mother simply sat back, waiting. Eventually, after all the fuss, Jasmine’s energy wore out. She sniffled, rubbing her eyes as she looked down at her patient mom.
With a deep sigh, she finally climbed down and flopped into her mother’s arms, burying her face in her fur. She still felt bad, but Mom’s warmth was the only comfort she really needed.
