The early morning air was cold and heavy with mist. Tiny Baby Kobie sat shivering on the table, her fur damp and her lips trembling. She was uncomfortable, hungry, and freezing—and she made sure the whole room knew it.
“Eee! Eee! Eee!” her cries echoed, sharp and desperate. Her little face scrunched up in anger, her tail twitching with impatience. She stomped her feet and waved her tiny arms, looking toward her mom with pleading, furious eyes.
Mom Monkey hurried over, her heart aching to see her baby so cold. She wrapped a soft towel around Kobie and held her close, but the little one was still fussy—wiggling, kicking, and screaming. The warmth hadn’t spread yet, and Kobie didn’t understand patience.
“Shh, my baby,” Mom whispered, rubbing her gently. “Mommy’s here now.”
She picked up a small blanket and wrapped Kobie tighter, rubbing her tiny hands and feet to bring the warmth back faster. Slowly, the trembling began to ease. Kobie’s screams turned into soft whimpers, and then into faint sniffles.
Mom kissed her forehead, her own fur brushing against Kobie’s cold cheeks. The heat from her body finally reached the baby’s skin. Within minutes, Kobie’s breathing slowed, her body relaxing in her mother’s arms.
Her angry little face softened. Her eyes blinked sleepily, and a quiet sigh escaped her lips. The tantrum was over—replaced by peace and comfort.
Mom smiled down at her, whispering, “See? Mommy always comes fast for you.”
Wrapped safely in warmth and love, Baby Kobie drifted off to sleep, her earlier cries fading into the soft rhythm of her heartbeat. Even in her tiny anger, she had reminded everyone—nothing in this world is stronger than a mother’s love.
