Luna, the tiny pet baby monkey, had been restless all morning. Her little tummy was rumbling, and she knew it was almost time for her milk. Perched on the edge of the mat, she kept glancing toward the kitchen where Mom was preparing her bottle. The sweet scent of warm milk drifted through the air, teasing her even more.
But Luna’s patience was running thin. She paced in small circles, tail flicking, eyes darting to the doorway. Every second felt like an hour to her. Finally, she plopped down with a dramatic sigh, letting out a sharp squeak to remind Mom she was still waiting.
Then, in her restless squirming, Luna lost her balance. With a little yelp, she fell backward onto the ground. The shock of the tumble startled her, and in an instant, the little room was filled with her piercing screams. Her tiny hands reached out desperately, her face scrunched up, and tears welled in her big, round eyes.
Mom rushed over, scooping Luna into her arms and checking her carefully. There was no injury—just a frightened, impatient little monkey who didn’t like waiting. Luna clung tightly to Mom’s shirt, still whimpering, pressing her head into the warm comfort of the hug.
Within moments, Mom brought over the bottle. The second Luna saw it, her cries softened. She reached out eagerly, latching on and drinking in quick, greedy gulps. As the warm milk filled her tummy, her tiny body relaxed, and her tail curled lazily.
Her earlier fall was forgotten. Safe in Mom’s arms with her milk in hand, Luna gave a satisfied sigh, eyes slowly closing. The world was peaceful again—for now—until the next time her tummy growled and her little patience ran out.
