The early morning sun cast a warm glow over the quiet jungle, but Baby Alan was far from peaceful. His tiny body trembled as he let out a sharp, desperate cry. He was hungry—so hungry!
His round belly grumbled, and his small hands clutched at the air, reaching for something that wasn’t there. He turned his head side to side, searching, waiting, but no warm milk came. Where was Mom? Why wasn’t she feeding him?
Tears welled up in his wide, pleading eyes as he threw his head back and wailed. His tiny tail curled in frustration, his little fingers grasping at the grass beneath him. He kicked his feet angrily, his cries echoing through the trees.
Nearby, the other monkeys turned their heads, some curious, some indifferent. But Alan didn’t care—all he wanted was his milk!
He crawled a little, trying to find his mother. His legs wobbled, and his body was weak, but hunger pushed him forward. Every few steps, he would stop, take a deep breath, and cry even louder, hoping someone would notice.
Then, finally—a shadow appeared in front of him. It was Mom!
Alan’s cries softened into little whimpers as he reached up, his tiny hands grasping at her fur. His mother picked him up, pulling him close, and the moment he latched onto the milk bottle, his world became peaceful again.
His tiny belly filled, his eyes fluttered shut, and as he suckled greedily, his cries melted into soft, contented sighs. At last, he was safe, warm, and no longer hungry.
