It was a lively afternoon in the backyard, where the baby monkeys played under the warm sun. But peace didn’t last long—Monica, the most moody and mischievous little monkey, was already causing a scene.
She jumped down from the fence, eyes narrowed, tail swishing. Minea, her younger playmate, was quietly munching on a slice of fruit in the corner when Monica suddenly pounced, snatched the fruit, and gave Minea a rough push.
“Eek!” Minea squealed, tumbling onto the soft grass. Her little eyes filled with tears, but she didn’t fight back—just looked sadly at her half-eaten snack.
That’s when Dad arrived.
From the porch, he had seen the whole thing. He marched over with a firm step, his finger pointing straight at Monica, whose naughty smirk quickly faded.
“Monica!” Dad said in a loud, serious tone. “That is not how we treat others!”
Monica froze. Her ears twitched, and her lips tightened. She looked away, pretending not to care, but her body language gave her away—she knew she was wrong.
Still, she huffed, jumped back up on the fence, and turned her back with a loud pouty grunt. Her tail curled tightly around her leg.
Dad didn’t shout. Instead, he knelt beside Minea, helped her up, and gently gave her another piece of fruit. Minea smiled shyly, grateful for the kindness.
Later, Monica peeked from the fence, watching Minea play again. After a few moments of thinking, she climbed down slowly, walked over, and sat beside her.
She didn’t say sorry with words—but she handed Minea a small piece of fruit from her own bowl.
