Harry’s Sad Tantrum on the Table

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Baby Harry sat on the wooden table, tiny fists clenched, his chest rising fast with frustration. His wide eyes brimmed with tears, and his lower lip trembled. Mom had just set him there for a moment—only to grab his bottle from the kitchen. But to Harry, that moment felt like forever.

He had been excited, bouncing in her arms, expecting milk and cuddles. But suddenly, she placed him on the table and walked away.

That’s when the tantrum exploded.

Harry let out a sharp cry, kicking his little feet and convulsing his arms with quick, jerky flails. He threw his head back dramatically, as if the whole world had ended. His tiny voice echoed across the room, a heartbreaking mix of anger, sadness, and confusion.

The other baby monkeys peeked over from the nearby play mat, surprised by the outburst. But Harry wasn’t performing—he was truly upset.

“Harry!” Mom called gently, rushing back with the bottle. “Just a minute, baby, I told you!”

But Harry wasn’t listening. He was now lying on his side, sobbing hard, fists thudding against the table in little bursts of frustration. His whole body seemed to say: Why did you leave me?

Mom picked him up quickly, holding him close. “I’m sorry, my sweet boy,” she whispered. “I would never leave you.”

She offered the warm bottle, and slowly, Harry took it—still sniffling, still pouting, but now calm in her arms.

His cries softened. The sharpness faded. His hands relaxed.

Even though it was just one short moment, to Harry, it was everything. But in her arms again, he found his peace.

And with each sip of milk, he remembered that he was deeply loved—even when he had to wait.