Baby Luna has always been full of personality—sweet at times, but also very naughty when she doesn’t want to listen. That morning, mom prepared her bottle of warm milk and called her gently. But instead of coming, Luna turned her head away with a pout. She didn’t want milk, not now.
When mom tried to guide the bottle closer, Luna squealed loudly, shook her little hands, and pushed it away. Then, in a burst of stubborn energy, she ran off, her tiny feet pattering quickly across the floor. Her baby cries echoed, half anger and half mischief, as though she was daring mom to chase her.
But her rebellion ended suddenly. In her rush to escape, Luna tripped, tumbling forward and landing face down with a small thud. For a moment, silence filled the air—then came the heartbreaking cry. Her wails were sharp and full of pain, her little body trembling as tears rolled down her cheeks.
Mom hurried over, scooping Luna gently into her arms. “It’s okay, my naughty girl,” she whispered softly, kissing her damp fur. Luna clung tightly to mom’s chest, her cries slowly easing as she found safety in the warmth of love.
After checking that she wasn’t badly hurt, mom tried again with the bottle. This time, Luna didn’t resist. Exhausted from her tantrum and fall, she finally accepted the milk, drinking quietly while sniffling in mom’s arms. Her earlier stubbornness melted away into comfort and calm.
Even naughty moments have their lessons—Luna learned that running away brings only trouble, while love and care always bring peace.
