The afternoon light poured softly across the room as little Loui stared up at the tall wooden table. His big curious eyes studied it carefully — that was where his favorite toy lay, just out of reach. His tiny hands gripped the edge, his tail twitching with determination. He wanted to climb up so badly, to feel proud and big like the older monkeys he’d seen.
With a deep breath, Loui tried his first attempt. He pulled hard, feet slipping on the smooth floor. His arms wobbled, but he didn’t give up. He jumped again, gripping the edge, tiny nails scratching for support. For a moment, it seemed like he might make it — but then his hand slipped. Down he went, landing softly on his bottom.
The surprise quickly turned to anger. His little face scrunched up, his lips trembling as tears filled his eyes. Then came the cry — loud, desperate, full of frustration and sadness. “Eeeeh! Eeeeh!” His tiny fists pounded the floor as he looked up at the table again, blaming it for being too tall.
Mom watched from nearby, her heart melting at the sight of her determined but upset baby. “Oh, my poor Loui,” she said gently, kneeling beside him. But Loui turned his head away, still pouting, tiny sobs shaking his shoulders.
After a few moments, Mom lifted him gently into her arms, setting him on the table beside his toy. Loui blinked through his tears, then looked at her with surprise and relief. His anger melted into pure joy as he hugged his toy tight.
Mom smiled warmly, stroking his fur. “See? You did it with a little help,” she whispered. Loui giggled softly, the sadness gone, his heart full again.
