In the heart of the jungle, little baby monkey Bebe was having a very bad morning.
Her tiny tummy rumbled like thunder, and her eyes searched every tree branch for the one thing she loved most in the world—bananas. But her mom was nowhere to be seen. She had gone off early to find fresh fruit, leaving Bebe waiting…and waiting.
At first, Bebe sat patiently, twiddling her tiny toes. Then she started pacing in little circles, her stomach growling louder by the minute. “Where is she?” Bebe squeaked angrily, her furry face scrunched up in frustration.
When her mom finally swung down from the trees with a big, ripe banana in hand, Bebe didn’t greet her with the usual happy squeals. No hugs. No claps. Just one very grumpy monkey with puffed-up cheeks and folded arms.
Her mom chirped sweetly and peeled the banana, offering it to her little one. But Bebe turned her head away with a dramatic “hmph!” She was mad and she wanted Mom to know it.
But then…the smell hit her nose. Sweet, fresh, delicious banana. Her eyes couldn’t help but peek at the fruit. Her tummy let out a loud rumble of approval.
Trying to stay mad, Bebe took a teeny bite—then another—and soon she was munching happily, her bad mood melting away with every chew.
Her mom giggled, wiped a bit of banana off Bebe’s chin, and gave her a kiss on the forehead.
Sometimes, even the angriest little monkey can’t stay mad when there’s banana involved.
From that day on, Mama never forgot—a hungry Bebe is a hangry Bebe! 🍌😂
