Little Pow was the smallest monkey in the house — a soft, fragile bundle of fur with big eyes and a serious dislike for one thing: bathing.
Every time his caretaker brought out the little pink tub, Pow’s ears twitched. His tiny hands would grip tighter to the blanket. The moment he saw the water, he’d frown like an old man.
“No bath today,” his eyes seemed to say.
But he couldn’t stay messy forever. So, one sunny morning, his caretaker gently lifted him from his basket. “Just a quick wash, little one,” she said kindly, already knowing the protest that was coming.
Pow whimpered.
As his feet touched the water, he froze like a statue. Then—tiny squeals burst from his mouth. He clung to her arm like a life raft, his tail wrapping tight like a vine.
“Nooo!” his little voice cried (in monkey language, of course).
He didn’t kick or scream like some monkeys — Pow was just sad. His face crumpled in the softest, most heart-melting pout. His body shook gently, and his eyes welled up with tiny tears. It was as if his whole world had turned into water and bubbles — and he wanted no part of it.
His caretaker moved slowly, whispering to him, rubbing his back softly. “Shhh, it’s okay, Pow…”
After a few minutes, he stopped crying. Not because he liked it — but because he trusted her.
Once dry and wrapped in a cozy towel, Pow snuggled into her chest with a soft sigh. His bath was over.
And though he didn’t enjoy it, he forgave her.
Because even when he was scared… he knew she would always be gentle.
