It was nap time in the monkey nursery—but Baby Molie wasn’t sleepy. She had found the coziest corner of the soft hammock, snuggled like a burrito, and wasn’t moving for anyone.
Unfortunately, Mom Milie had other plans.
“Molie, it’s your sister’s turn now,” she said gently, tugging at the blanket. But Molie grunted and curled tighter, clutching the edges like her life depended on it.
“I SAID NO!” her eyes screamed.
Mom Milie tried again, this time a little firmer. “Come on, sweetheart. Share the nap spot.”
That’s when it all exploded.
Molie let out a wild wail and started crying so hard her tiny body shook. It wasn’t a normal cry—it was a full-on baby monkey seizure of rage. Her little fists clenched, feet kicked, and her eyes squinted in furious protest.
“Nooo! No share! MY SPOT!” she screamed, her face red and scrunched like a raisin.
Milie paused, stunned. The other baby monkeys peeked from behind the curtains like it was a reality show.
“Mama made her mad this time,” whispered Tori.
“She’s gonna flip the whole hammock,” said Emma.
Sure enough, Molie grabbed the side of the blanket and launched it, rolling right off the hammock and landing with a soft plop on the pillow floor. Her dramatic sobs continued as she flopped like a tiny pancake.
Mom Milie knelt down, scooped her up, and kissed her head. “Alright, alright. Next time I’ll ask nicely,” she said with a chuckle.
Sniffling, Molie gave one last pouty cry—then melted into Mom’s arms.
