It was supposed to be a peaceful afternoon. The sun was soft, the breeze gentle, and the water in the tub was warm. But for little baby Molly, it felt like disaster was near.
Mom had filled the basin with warm water, laid out a soft towel, and brought a tiny cup for rinsing. Everything was ready for a quick bath after Molly had played in the dirt all morning.
But the moment Molly saw the water, her eyes widened.
She backed away, clinging tightly to Mom’s arm, shaking her head, and let out a sound that startled the entire yard.
“EEEEEH! EEEEEH!!”
Her scream was sharp—full of fear and confusion. She didn’t understand what the water wanted from her, and she definitely didn’t want to find out.
Mom tried to calm her. “Shh, it’s okay, baby. Just a little wash. You’ll feel better.”
But Molly thrashed. Her arms waved wildly, her legs kicked out of instinct. Her small heart pounded as if she were being chased. She screamed even louder—pure panic in every sound.
The neighbors peeked over the fence. Birds flew away from the trees. Even the other monkeys froze for a second.
Realizing how scared she was, Mom lifted Molly up and hugged her tightly against her chest.
She didn’t force the bath. Instead, she dipped a cloth into the water and gently patted Molly’s back, humming softly.
Little by little, the cries slowed.
The screaming turned into soft whimpers.
And eventually… quiet.
Molly rested against Mom, wet fur clinging, still sniffling.
She didn’t like the bath. Maybe she never would.
But with Mom holding her close, she knew one thing:
