In a cheerful house full of toys, blankets, and monkey treats, lived one very spoiled little monkey — A Tong. He was cute, fluffy, and clever… but oh, he had no patience when it came to food.
Every morning, he expected breakfast right on time — warm milk, sliced bananas, and a little cuddle afterward.
But today… Mama was late.
A Tong waited on his favorite pillow, staring at the door. No milk. No fruit. Just the ticking clock and the growl in his tummy.
His tail twitched. His lip curled.
Then — the drama began.
He threw himself flat on the floor and let out a cry so loud it could shake the walls.
“WAAAAAAHHH!! WAAAAAAAHHHH!!” he wailed, flailing his arms like a little monkey tornado.
Where was his food?! Was he forgotten?! Was he starving to death?! (He’d just eaten two hours ago… but that didn’t count.)
Mama rushed in, carrying a small bowl and a bottle. “A Tong! Oh dear! I’m just a little late!”
But A Tong didn’t want to hear it. He stood up, stomped his tiny foot, and pointed at the bowl like an angry prince.
“You late!” he squeaked, big tears rolling down his cheeks.
Mama sighed, then chuckled softly. “Oh, you little royal monkey…”
She scooped him into her lap and handed him the bottle. The moment it touched his lips, the cries stopped like magic.
Slurp, slurp, slurp — peace returned.
Mama gently rubbed his back. “Next time, maybe wait with a little patience, hmm?”
A Tong didn’t reply — he was too busy drinking like it was the best milk in the world.
Once full, he leaned into her chest with a sleepy smile.
