It was a quiet evening in the house, and tiny Tauch, the newborn baby monkey, was getting ready for his evening routine. At just a few weeks old, he was still learning the world around him, and everything seemed so big and new. But there was one part of his day he had already come to love—the calm, comforting moments spent with his mom during his evening bath before drinking his supper milk.
As the soft light of the evening began to fill the room, Tauch’s mom gently picked him up from the bamboo bed where he had been napping. His tiny body curled comfortably in her hands, eyes blinking sleepily as he felt the warmth of her touch. His diaper, a little damp and needing a change, was the first thing his mom attended to. Carefully, she undid the fabric, making sure not to startle him. Tauch, being such a good and obedient baby, stayed perfectly calm, his tiny hands gripping his mom’s finger as if to reassure her that he was ready.
Once the diaper was removed and his little body exposed to the fresh air, Tauch lay still in the small basin that his mom always used for cleaning him. The basin, just big enough for his tiny frame, was filled with warm water, which soothed him as soon as it touched his fur. His mom poured the water gently over his back, and Tauch’s soft eyes remained wide open, staring up at her with quiet trust.
He stayed completely still, a perfect picture of obedience, as his mom carefully worked the shampoo into his fur. The scent of the gentle baby shampoo filled the air, and with each motion of her hands, she cleaned his tiny arms, legs, and belly with care. Every stroke was tender, ensuring that he was comfortable and at ease. Tiny Tauch’s body glistened under the water, his fur growing fluffy as his mom worked through it.
Not a single sound came from Tauch as he let his mom clean him. He was so tiny that every move she made seemed to cocoon him in love and protection. The feeling of the water running through his fur was soothing, and his eyes fluttered now and then, but he stayed calm, obediently waiting for the bath to be over. His mom, sensing his peacefulness, smiled at her little baby.
After his bath, Tauch’s mom lifted him out of the basin, holding him gently in a soft towel. His fur was slightly damp, but she knew just how to wrap him so that he felt warm and secure. Tauch’s tiny fingers clung to the towel, feeling the soft fabric against his freshly cleaned body. He stayed still in his mom’s arms, trusting her every action.
Once he was dry, his mom reached for a fresh diaper. Laying Tauch on the clean cloth, she wrapped it around him snugly, making sure everything was in place. His small feet wiggled a little, but he remained as calm as ever. With his body now fresh and his fur fluffed up, Tauch was ready for the next part of his routine—his supper milk.
His mom picked him up, cradling him close as she walked over to the small corner of the room where she prepared his bottle. Tauch watched her quietly, his big eyes tracking her movements as she mixed the warm milk. His tummy gave a soft growl, a reminder that it was indeed time for his favorite moment of the evening.
When the bottle was ready, his mom sat down, pulling him close to her chest. She offered the bottle to his tiny mouth, and Tauch, still so obedient and calm, accepted it eagerly. His little hands gripped the bottle as he began to drink. The milk was warm and comforting, and Tauch’s entire body relaxed into his mom’s embrace. His soft, rhythmic sucking was the only sound in the room, a peaceful lullaby of contentment.
As he drank his supper milk, Tauch’s eyes slowly began to close. The warm bath, the fresh diaper, and the comforting milk all worked together to lull him into a peaceful sleep. His mom stroked his fur gently as he drifted off, his tiny body nestled perfectly in her arms.
When the bottle was empty, Tauch’s head lolled to the side, a tiny smile of contentment on his face. His mom kissed his forehead softly, then laid him down in his bed, covering him with a light blanket. Tiny Tauch, freshly cleaned and fed, fell into a deep, peaceful sleep, knowing that he was safe and loved. The calm obedience he showed during his bath was just another sign of the deep bond between him and his mom—a bond that would only grow stronger with time.
