The peaceful morning didn’t last long at the monkey house.
Tiny Mako was quietly playing with a soft leaf, minding his own business, when Minea came stomping over with a stormy face. Something had annoyed her—no one knew what—but she was ready to take it out on someone, and poor Mako was the target.
“Eeep!” Mako squeaked as Minea swatted his leaf away.
He didn’t fight back—he was too little.
But Minea wasn’t done. She shoved him with a loud grunt, trying to start a fight.
Before Mako could even react, a booming voice cut through the air:
“MINEA! STOP THAT RIGHT NOW!”
It was Mom.
She rushed over, face full of fire, and grabbed Minea by the arms. “How dare you fight someone so tiny! He’s just a baby!”
Minea froze. Her tough act melted instantly under Mom’s glare.
“You don’t touch Mako again, do you hear me?” Mom shouted, her voice echoing around the room. “I won’t let anyone hurt the little ones—not even you!”
Tears welled up in Minea’s eyes—not because she was hurt, but because she was shocked. She hadn’t expected such a strong reaction.
Meanwhile, Mako stood a few steps back, sniffling, unsure whether to cry or hide.
Seeing both babies so shaken, Mom softened her tone. She knelt down and pulled Mako into her arms, then looked at Minea.
“You’re better than this. Say sorry.”
Minea hesitated… then shuffled forward, eyes down.
“I’m sorry, Mako,” she mumbled.
Mako nodded, still nervous, but accepting.
Mom sighed, pulling them both into a warm hug. “No more fighting, okay? We take care of each other.”
And with that, the tension faded. The lesson was learned—and peace, for now, returned to the monkey house.
