Little baby monkey Bebe was already pacing the floor with her tiny feet, her tail twitching impatiently. Her tummy rumbled loudly, and her eyes were locked onto the bottle her mommy was preparing just a few steps away.
But to Bebe, every second felt like forever.
Mommy was mixing the milk carefully—warming it just right, checking the temperature, making sure it was safe. But Bebe didn’t care about the process. All she knew was that she was hungry right now, and no one was moving fast enough.
With a dramatic squeal, Bebe flopped down on the floor and let out a long, loud cry.
“Eee-eeek! Eeeek!” she yelled, stomping her feet.
She threw her arms up in frustration and rolled onto her back, kicking and whining. Her little face scrunched up in the cutest, angriest expression, demanding attention. A caretaker nearby chuckled softly, knowing Bebe’s hunger tantrums were a regular show.
Mommy turned and gave her a look as if to say, “Just one more minute!”
But that wasn’t enough for Bebe.
She crawled over, still moaning loudly, and tried to grab at Mommy’s leg as if to say, “Just forget the mixing—feed me now!”
Finally, the milk was ready. Mommy knelt down and offered the warm bottle.
In an instant, Bebe’s cries stopped. She grabbed the bottle with both hands, sucking it greedily while making satisfied grunts.
