Willy, the little monkey boy, was having one of his strongest tantrums yet. His tiny face turned red, his eyes squeezed shut, and his little hands pounded the floor in frustration. No one knew exactly what triggered it this time, but his anger came rushing out like a storm.
He stomped his feet, kicked the ground, and let out a loud scream that echoed around him. His whole body trembled as if all the feelings inside him were too big to handle. The more upset he became, the louder he cried and shouted, his voice filled with pure emotion.
Mom tried to calm him down, reaching out to comfort him, but Willy pushed away, lost in his angry world. He didn’t want hugs—he wanted everyone to know how upset he felt. His little fists clenched tightly, his tail flicking with every sharp movement.
The tantrum went on, so strong that even the smallest things around him shook as he kicked and screamed. Yet, beneath all the noise and anger, there was a baby who only wanted to be understood.
At last, exhaustion softened his cries. His angry shouts faded into whimpers, his little body slumping as tears rolled down his cheeks. Mom pulled him close, and this time he didn’t resist. He buried his face into her chest, his anger melting into sobs as comfort finally reached him.
That day, Willy’s anger showed just how big feelings can be in a little heart.
