The sun had barely set, and tiny baby monkey Poby was already restless in Mom’s arms. His soft squeaks filled the room as he reached eagerly for his milk bottle. It had been a long day, and his hunger seemed endless. Mom smiled gently, knowing how much her baby loved milk.
“Alright, sweetheart,” she whispered, tilting the bottle toward his tiny mouth. The moment the warm milk touched his lips, Poby began drinking greedily. His small hands clutched the bottle tightly, his eyes closing with satisfaction. But in his eagerness, he didn’t stop to breathe properly — he just kept gulping, faster and faster.
Mom watched with concern. “Slow down, my baby,” she said softly, trying to pull the bottle away for a second. But Poby whimpered and reached out again, insisting on more. His tummy was already round and tight, but he didn’t realize it. He wanted every last drop.
Minutes later, after finishing the bottle, Poby leaned back with a tiny sigh. For a moment, everything seemed fine — until his little body twitched. He made a faint hiccup sound, then suddenly coughed. Mom’s eyes widened as a bit of milk came up. The poor baby had drunk too much, too fast.
Poby whimpered softly, clearly uncomfortable. Mom gently patted his back, helping him burp. “It’s okay, my boy,” she murmured, rubbing his tiny belly. More milk dribbled from his mouth, and he gave a weak cry before snuggling tiredly into her chest. His breathing was shallow but calm, and soon, he began to feel better.
Mom cleaned his mouth carefully and laid him against her shoulder. “You scared Mommy, little one,” she whispered, kissing his soft head. “Next time, we’ll take it slow.”
Poby’s eyes blinked sleepily. Exhausted but comforted, he let out a tiny sigh and clung tightly to her fur. His little tummy was still full but no longer hurting. Mom rocked him gently until he drifted into sleep, safe and warm once again.
