The sun was shining gently across the yard when little Nana, the baby monkey, began to grow restless. She had been playing outside, climbing small branches and chasing butterflies, but now her tummy started to rumble. It was milk time — and she knew exactly who to call.
She turned toward Dad, who was sitting nearby fixing a few things. Nana climbed down quickly, her tail twitching with excitement. But when she reached him, she saw no milk bottle in his hands. Her happy face instantly turned into a frown.
“Eee! Eee!” she cried, tugging on his pant leg. Dad looked down and smiled gently. “Wait just a little, Nana. Daddy’s almost done.”
But Nana didn’t want to wait. Her tiny belly felt empty, and every passing second made her more frustrated. She stomped her little feet, puffed up her cheeks, and let out another high-pitched scream — her famous milk tantrum.
When Dad didn’t move fast enough, she crossed her arms, turned her back, and sat stubbornly on the ground. Her tail whipped against the dirt, and she let out soft grumbles as if she were talking to herself about how unfair life was.
Finally, Dad chuckled and stood up. “Alright, alright, I hear you, my moody girl,” he said, hurrying to prepare the milk. As he returned, bottle in hand, Nana was still pretending to be upset — refusing to look at him, even though her eyes peeked sideways toward the bottle.
“Here you go, sweetheart,” Dad said softly. The moment she saw the warm milk, her mood changed completely. She squeaked, climbed onto his arm, and grabbed the bottle with both tiny hands. Her anger vanished in an instant as she began to drink eagerly.
Dad smiled, brushing her fur gently. “You’re just like a little princess — full of moods but always adorable.”
Nana finished her milk, her tummy now full and her heart happy again. She looked up at Dad, blinked sweetly, and climbed onto his shoulder, wrapping her tail around his neck as if to say sorry for being mad.
Dad laughed softly, hugging her close. “It’s okay, my moody baby,” he whispered.
And just like that, under the bright sky, all of Nana’s anger melted into love again.
