It was almost feeding time, and baby monkey Koy was already pacing in her little space. Her fluffy tail twitched with frustration, and her tiny eyes darted around, searching for one thing—Mom with milk.
But Mom was late.
At first, Koy sat quietly, sucking her thumb and looking around. She waited patiently… for about two minutes. Then, her whole mood changed. Her tummy rumbled, and her face crumpled into a dramatic pout.
With a loud “Eeeeh! EEEEH!” she threw her arms in the air. Koy was officially in bad mood mode. She stomped across the floor, flipped over her tiny toy basket, and tossed her soft blanket into the air. Nothing could calm her down now—not until her milk arrived.
Other monkeys peeked over at the drama queen in action, but Koy didn’t care. She was Super Koy, and the world was going to hear her roar.
She climbed up the gate, dangled upside down, then dropped to the floor with a dramatic flop. Still no milk. Her cries got louder, sharper. Her tiny fists pounded the ground in protest.
Just when the tantrum reached peak chaos—Mom arrived with the bottle.
Koy froze mid-cry, eyes wide. Then, without hesitation, she sprinted over, grabbed the bottle with both hands, and started gulping it down. Silence. Blissful, slurpy silence.
As the warm milk filled her belly, her moody face softened. She leaned into Mom’s lap, milk dripping from her mouth, eyes already drooping with sleep.
It was a full-blown meltdown, all because Mom was just a little late. But in Koy’s world, hunger is serious business.
And when she’s fed, the tiny storm becomes a soft, cuddly cloud once again. 🐒💤🍼
