Little Rara, the tiniest baby monkey in her troop, had been having the best moment of her morning — snuggled up with her warm milk bottle, happily drinking in peace. But that peace didn’t last long. Just as she was halfway through, her daddy gently took the bottle away, thinking she had enough. That was the wrong move.
Rara froze for a second, then let out a sharp, high-pitched squeal. Her tiny arms flailed, reaching for the bottle that was now out of her grasp. Her eyes widened, filled with tears and fiery frustration. She jumped up, her legs wobbling beneath her, and cried with all her might.
“Eeeek! Eeeek!” she screamed, her tail twitching with every angry breath.
Daddy monkey, standing nearby, watched her calmly. He didn’t mean to upset her—he simply thought she needed a break. But Rara wasn’t in the mood for logic. She stomped her little feet, threw herself backward onto a leaf pile, and cried even louder. A full tantrum had begun.
Nearby monkeys peeked over to see what the fuss was. Even a bird flew off startled by the volume of her dramatic cries. But to Rara, this was serious: she was still hungry, and daddy had ended her favorite moment too soon.
Eventually, her cries softened. Seeing her little chest heave with sobs, daddy slowly came closer and offered the milk back. Instantly, Rara grabbed it with both hands, pulling it close to her face like a long-lost treasure.
As the warm milk flowed again, her anger melted away. Her tiny eyelids fluttered, and she looked up at daddy—not with anger, but with sleepy thanks.
Even the tiniest monkeys have the biggest feelings. And for Rara, milk time was everything.
