It was bath time for baby monkey Kimmy, but she had other ideas. As the warm water filled the tiny tub, Kimmy clung tightly to the edge, her face scrunched up in frustration. Her big brown eyes darted toward the milk bottle on the nearby table, and she let out a sharp cry that echoed through the room.
“Just a quick bath, Kimmy,” the caretaker said gently, scooping her up with care.
But Kimmy wasn’t having it.
As soon as her little toes touched the water, she squirmed and let out a series of furious squeals. She wasn’t scared—she was hangry. She hadn’t had her milk yet, and to her, bath time was clearly not the priority.
She slapped the water with her hands, making little splashes while whining continuously. The moment a washcloth touched her back, she squealed even louder, her eyes locked on the bottle. It was as if she was protesting, “I want MILK first, not bubbles!”
Despite her protests, the bath continued, with gentle strokes cleaning her soft fur. Eventually, realizing resistance wouldn’t speed up the process, Kimmy began to pout in silence, cheeks puffed out and arms crossed.
Once the final rinse was done and she was wrapped in a fluffy towel, the magic moment arrived—her milk bottle was finally in hand.
As soon as the nipple touched her lips, Kimmy latched on hungrily, her earlier tantrum completely forgotten. She closed her eyes, drinking deeply, tiny fingers still gripping the towel.
Peace returned, and the angry little monkey was now just a sleepy baby, full and warm.
Sometimes, even the tiniest ones have big feelings—and Kimmy made sure the whole house knew about hers before bath time was over.
