The tiny newborn monkey let out a weak cry, his fragile body barely able to sit up. His big round eyes blinked hungrily as he spotted the milk bottle in his caretaker’s hand. He couldn’t wait any longer.
As soon as the bottle’s nipple touched his lips, he latched on desperately, sucking with all his tiny strength. His little hands trembled as he clung to the caretaker’s fingers, drinking as if he had been starving for days.
But in his eagerness, the poor baby drank too fast.
Suddenly, a small stream of milk spurted from his tiny nose, making him choke and cough. His whole body jerked in surprise as he tried to catch his breath, his nostrils dripping with warm milk.
The caretaker quickly tilted his head up, gently patting his tiny back to help him recover. His little chest rose and fell rapidly, his breathing uneven as he let out a few weak squeaks. His nose twitched as the milk dribbled down his face, making him look even more helpless.
For a moment, he looked around in confusion, his little mouth opening and closing as if he was trying to figure out what just happened. Why did the milk come out of his nose?
The other baby monkeys nearby turned their heads, curious about the tiny one’s struggle. Some watched silently, while others seemed to giggle at his clumsiness.
After a few moments, the newborn recovered, licking the milk off his lips. But instead of being scared, his hunger was still strong—he grabbed the bottle again, determined to drink more.
This time, the caretaker slowed him down, giving him small breaks so he wouldn’t spout milk again. The little one sniffled, still a bit shaky, but continued drinking with all the determination of a newborn who just wanted his milk.
