It was a quiet morning when little A Tong got his favorite treat—his warm milk bottle. His eyes lit up the moment Mom brought it over. Without waiting a second, he snatched the bottle and began guzzling like he hadn’t eaten in days.
Slurp, slurp, sluuurp! A Tong didn’t pause. His tiny hands held the bottle so tight, and his belly started to rise like a balloon.
Mom watched with a mix of amusement and concern. “Slow down, baby!” she tried to signal with her gentle chirps, but A Tong wasn’t listening. He was in milk paradise, and nothing could stop him.
After several minutes of nonstop drinking, A Tong suddenly paused. His eyes widened. His mouth opened. And out came a dramatic little cry—”Eeeehh! Ahhhh!” He clutched his belly, waddling in small circles, clearly uncomfortable.
Mom rushed over. A Tong looked up at her with a helpless face, his round tummy wobbling as he moved. He softly whimpered and leaned against her, calling for help the only way he knew how.
She gently patted his back and rubbed his tummy in circles. A Tong let out little burps, and slowly the tension left his body. He leaned into her arms with a deep sigh, closing his eyes, finally feeling some relief.
Mom chuckled and kissed his forehead. “Greedy little one,” she probably thought.
From then on, she held the bottle and controlled the flow—no more over-over drinking! A Tong, meanwhile, learned an important baby monkey lesson: too much of a good thing isn’t always so good.
