Queen Jasmine was not in the mood to wait—not today. The moment her eyes opened, her tiny tummy growled louder than a jungle storm. She stretched, yawned… and then realized something was missing.
No bottle. No mom. No milk.
Within seconds, her royal tantrum began.
“EEEEHHHH!!!” Jasmine let out a scream so sharp, birds flew off the trees nearby. She stomped her tiny feet, tossed her blanket aside, and stood like a furious queen demanding her breakfast.
She turned her face toward the kitchen, nostrils flaring. “MOM!!”
Another screech—this one louder, more dramatic. Her little face turned red, her tail swinging with anger.
Mom was just a few feet away, mixing the warm milk carefully, trying to make it the perfect temperature. But Jasmine didn’t care. Patience? Not in her kingdom.
She marched to the corner of the room, arms crossed, squealing with all her strength. Her eyes filled with tears—not because she was hurt—but because her royal routine had been delayed.
Finally, Mom came running, holding the milk bottle like a peace offering. “I’m so sorry, Jasmine! Just a few more seconds!”
Too late.
Jasmine took one look at her and turned her back. She wasn’t ready to forgive. Not yet.
But the scent of the milk reached her nose, and her stomach rumbled again. Slowly, she peeked over her shoulder, eyes narrowed.
Mom knelt down, offering the bottle with a soft smile. “Come on, my little queen.”
With a dramatic sigh, Jasmine turned around and snatched the bottle, latching on furiously. As the warm milk filled her belly, her cries softened… her tail relaxed.
And within minutes, Queen Jasmine returned to her throne—fed, satisfied, and once again, completely in charge.
