The playroom was peaceful… for about three minutes.
Minea and Yuri, two spirited baby monkeys, had just finished breakfast and were bouncing around with their usual energy. They were best buddies — most of the time. But today, something was off.
It started with a toy banana.
Yuri reached for it first. Minea, still sleepy and grumpy, shrieked. “Mine!” she squealed, leaping across the room.
Yuri squeaked in surprise but held tight.
And that’s when it happened — the monkey storm.
Minea tackled Yuri with a tiny but furious growl. She gave his arm a little bite — not hard, just enough to say “I’m serious!” Then she pushed his head with both hands like she was pressing a big red button.
Yuri tumbled back, flailing his arms, letting out a long dramatic wail: “Eeeeeek!”
Mom, who had been folding blankets nearby, turned around and gasped. Her eyes widened. “Minea!”
Both monkeys froze.
Minea looked up with wild eyes, breathing hard. Yuri rubbed his head, looking pitiful.
Mom rushed over and scooped Minea up, her tone gentle but firm. “No biting. No pushing. We use kind hands.”
Minea frowned, her tail twitching. She didn’t mean to hurt him — she just got mad. Slowly, her eyes filled with guilt. She looked at Yuri, who sniffled dramatically like he had been hit by a falling tree.
Minea stretched out her little hand. “Sorry…”
Yuri paused… then took it.
Mom smiled. Crisis averted.
Minutes later, they were back to tumbling on the soft rug — this time with giggles, not grumbles.
But from that day on, Mom kept a close eye when banana toys were involved… because when Minea got mad, even Yuri’s head knew it.
