It was a quiet afternoon when little baby monkey Alan started getting fussy. He sat on his favorite chair, his tiny fingers gripping the edge as he looked around with impatient eyes. His tummy rumbled—he was hungry, and mom hadn’t arrived with his milk yet.
At first, Alan tried to stay calm. He whined softly, hoping someone would notice. But as each minute passed, his frustration grew. His mom was nearby, but she was busy grooming one of the other young ones. That was the final straw.
Suddenly, Alan threw his head back and let out a loud cry. His little body shook with emotion—he was not just hungry, he was upset, and he wanted the whole world to know. His legs kicked the chair, his arms flailed, and tears streamed down his face in a dramatic tantrum that could rival a thunderstorm.
Mom finally turned her head, hearing the loud wails from across the room. She jumped up and hurried over to him. But by the time she reached, Alan was already having what looked like a baby seizure—his body stiffened, then trembled in frustration, overwhelmed by his need for milk and comfort.
Without hesitation, she scooped him into her arms and held him close. She gently whispered and patted his back, calming his tiny, tense body. She offered him the warm milk she had just prepared, and he instantly grabbed onto it, suckling as if he hadn’t eaten in days.
Within moments, the storm passed. Alan’s sobs turned into hiccups, then silence. He curled up against his mom, full and finally at peace.
Even the loudest tantrum fades away with a warm hug and a full belly—and baby Alan knew he was safe again.
