It was a quiet afternoon in the monkey enclosure until a high-pitched scream suddenly pierced the air. Little Titas, the mischievous baby monkey, was throwing an all-out tantrum.
His mother had just scolded him for being too naughty—pulling tails, climbing where he shouldn’t, and even trying to snatch food from his siblings. But instead of learning his lesson, Titas collapsed onto the ground, rolling around dramatically.
“Nooo!” his tiny body shook as he flailed his arms. His face turned red, and his little hands pounded the dirt. Mom watched patiently, but Titas wasn’t done yet.
He kicked, screamed, and let out an ear-splitting cry, making sure everyone in the enclosure knew just how upset he was. His siblings peeked at him from a distance, some curious, some amused.
Mom remained calm, waiting for the storm to pass. But Titas had one final act—he grabbed onto her leg, clinging tightly, sobbing like the world was ending.
Finally, after what felt like forever, Mom picked him up and hugged him close. Titas sniffled, his anger fading as he nestled against her warm fur.
Discipline might be tough, but love was always stronger
