The sun had just peeked over the treetops, and it was time for little Lori’s morning bath. Mom gently scooped her up and brought her to the basin. But the moment Lori’s tiny toes touched the cool water, chaos began.
“EEEEK! EEEEK!” Lori screamed at the top of her lungs, her eyes wide with terror. She kicked, wriggled, and clung tightly to Mom’s arm, desperately trying to escape the dreaded water. Her tiny face was scrunched in fear, her fur standing on end as if the chill had gone right through her bones.
Mom tried to calm her with soft coos, gently rubbing her back and speaking in the soothing tones only a mother monkey can give. But Lori wasn’t having it. She pulled herself up and wrapped her arms tightly around Mom’s neck, her little body shaking. The water was just too cold for her liking, and her dramatic protest filled the whole kitchen with cries.
Mom, patient and loving, waited a moment, letting Lori rest against her chest. Then she slowly dipped a cloth into the warmest corner of the basin, testing it carefully. She began to gently pat Lori’s fur instead of immersing her.
Lori peeked over Mom’s shoulder, still sniffly but curious now. The water didn’t seem so bad when it wasn’t soaking her all at once.
Bit by bit, with mom’s calm touch and sweet humming, Lori allowed herself to be cleaned.
Though the bath had started with shrieks, it ended with Lori resting peacefully in a soft towel, safe and warm.
