Little FIFA, the feisty baby monkey, had one great love in life—bananas. Not toys, not naps, not even cuddles could distract her once a ripe, golden banana was in sight.
That morning, she had already eaten one banana, then two, and now she was halfway through her third. Her tiny hands were sticky, her mouth full, and her belly round as a drum. But she still clung tightly to the last piece like it was treasure.
Mom approached calmly and tried to take it away, gently pulling the banana from FIFA’s grasp. It was time to stop.
Bad idea.
FIFA’s eyes widened. Her mouth popped open, banana chunks still inside. And then it began—a full-blown tantrum.
She screamed, high-pitched and wild, throwing herself back onto the floor mat. She kicked her legs and pounded her little fists. Her face turned red with frustration, and she let out sharp, angry squeals that echoed through the house.
“Meee-EEEEHH!!” she wailed, pointing dramatically at the half-eaten fruit now in Mom’s hand.
Mom stayed patient, watching her tiny drama queen roll around. She knew this wasn’t hunger—just banana obsession.
Other baby monkeys peeked in from the doorway, curious and slightly amused. “FIFA’s at it again,” one seemed to say.
After a minute, FIFA calmed just enough to crawl up and try hugging Mom’s leg with teary eyes, hoping to charm her way into one more bite.
Instead, Mom gave her a kiss on the head and gently rubbed her belly. “Too full, sweetheart.”
FIFA grumbled but finally gave up, nestling into Mom’s lap with a pout still on her face.
The banana may have been gone… but the love (and the drama) stayed strong.
