Little Luna had always been a dramatic soul, but today she truly outdid herself. It was bath time—a routine she never looked forward to. Her dad placed her gently into the tub, filled with warm water and a few bubbles. But Luna, still a bit sleepy and grumpy, didn’t want to cooperate.
She sat for a few seconds, then suddenly stood up on her shaky little legs and tried to climb out on her own. “Eek eek!” she chirped defiantly. But the edge of the tub was slippery, and in a blink—plop!—Luna tumbled over the side and landed on the soft mat beside the tub.
She wasn’t hurt, but oh, the drama!
Luna lay flat on the ground, arms outstretched, face twisted in outrage. She let out the loudest screech, then started rolling, kicking her legs like a tantrum-throwing toddler. Her cries echoed through the bathroom. “Eeeeeek! EEEK!”
Her mom rushed in, thinking something terrible had happened. But when she saw the scene—soaked Luna flailing like a furious puddle monster—she had to hold back a laugh. Gently, she picked Luna up, wrapped her in a warm towel, and sat her down.
Luna wasn’t done. She clung to her mom’s arm, refusing to let go, eyes narrowed with fiery indignation. Everyone nearby knew: Luna had officially crowned herself the Drama Queen of bath time.
After a few minutes, a warm bottle of milk finally calmed her down. Snuggled in her mom’s lap, eyes drooping, she let out a quiet whimper—still holding a grudge, but drifting to sleep.
Though just a slip from the tub, to Luna it was a world-ending fall. And with her personality, even the smallest tumble became the grandest drama. Tomorrow’s bath? Let’s just say… Dad is already nervous.
