It was a busy morning in the house, and Mom Monkey was rushing around with her hands full — a towel, a bottle, and a very wiggly baby monkey clinging to her arm.
That baby was none other than Little Mimi, a feisty bundle of fur with a big personality packed into a tiny body.
Mom tried to hold her close while grabbing something off the shelf, but Mimi was squirming, bouncing like a spring. In that one careless moment…
Plop!
Mimi slipped and landed softly on the floor with a surprised thud.
There was silence for one second.
Then… boom!
Her face turned red, her eyebrows dropped, and her mouth stretched wide open.
“EEEEEEEEEEEE!!” she screeched in fury.
Her arms flailed, her feet kicked, and her little hands slapped the floor like tiny thunderclaps.
She wasn’t hurt — just furious. How could her own mom let her go like that?
Mom quickly turned around, eyes wide. “Oh no, Mimi! I’m so sorry, baby!” She reached out to pick her up.
But Mimi twisted away, puffing her cheeks in protest. She pounded her little fists on the floor and then sat upright, throwing the angriest baby monkey tantrum the living room had ever seen.
Her tiny tail whipped behind her, and her sharp cries echoed through the room like a siren.
Mom finally scooped her up and rocked her gently, whispering softly, “I’ve got you, I’ve got you, shhh…”
Mimi sniffled, then let out one last dramatic grunt before resting her head on Mom’s shoulder, still pouting but comforted.
