Little FiFa, the baby monkey, was having one of the hardest mornings of her tiny life. Her tummy rumbled, her mouth felt dry, and her big round eyes filled with tears — she wanted milk, and she wanted it now! But her bottle wasn’t ready yet. The caretaker was warming it carefully, making sure it was just the right temperature.
FiFa didn’t understand any of that. All she knew was that she was hungry and unhappy. With a sharp squeak, she threw herself onto the ground, rolling from side to side. Her little fists thumped the floor as she cried and cried, her voice echoing through the room. Her tiny face scrunched up in frustration, and she kicked her feet, letting everyone know she was really upset.
The caretaker hurried over, gently trying to soothe her. “Just a minute, my little one,” they said softly. But FiFa’s tears only grew louder. Her cries turned into tiny sobs, her lips trembling as she looked around for her milk.
Finally, the warm bottle was ready. The moment the caretaker held it close, FiFa stopped crying mid-sob. Her big eyes locked onto it — her precious milk! She grabbed the bottle tightly, greedily drinking with soft, satisfied hums.
As her tummy filled, her anger melted away. Soon her eyelids drooped, and her breathing slowed into a peaceful rhythm. The caretaker smiled, brushing a bit of milk from her chin.
In that quiet moment, FiFa looked like a tiny angel — the fierce little temper now replaced by calm contentment.
For a baby monkey, love sometimes comes in the shape of a warm bottle of milk… and a patient heart that never stops caring.
