It was supposed to be a peaceful afternoon, but little A Tong had other plans.
Out of nowhere, the tiny baby monkey suddenly burst into dramatic cries, throwing himself backward on the floor with full emotional flair. His arms flailed in the air, legs kicked like tiny drumsticks, and his mouth opened wide as a loud, heart-wrenching wail echoed across the room.
Mom just stood there—confused and a bit concerned. She hadn’t said anything. She hadn’t taken away a toy, nor had she delayed his milk. There was no visible reason for this tantrum. But A Tong had made up his mind: he was upset, and the world had to know.
He rolled from side to side, tail twitching in frustration, occasionally peeking at Mom to make sure she was watching. When he saw her face not panicking, he screamed even louder. His goal? Attention. And a little bit of sympathy, perhaps.
Mom calmly walked over, sat beside him, and tried to soothe him with gentle words and soft strokes on his back. But A Tong dramatically turned away, still crying—but now softer, almost like he was just pretending to hold onto the feeling.
Eventually, he tired himself out. His little chest heaved from all the effort, and he lay still, pouting with his chin on the ground. Mom leaned down, gave him a warm kiss, and whispered, “You silly baby.”
That was all it took.
A small smile crept onto A Tong’s face. He lifted his arms for a hug, and just like that, his stormy emotions disappeared.
Drama over. For now.
In his mom’s arms once again, A Tong relaxed, his tiny fingers gripping her gently—already planning his next dramatic show.
