The afternoon sun shone gently through the trees as Luna, a mischievous baby monkey, sat on the wooden porch beside her mom. It was feeding time — her warm milk was ready, and Mom gently held the bottle out to her. But Luna wasn’t in the mood.
She crossed her tiny arms, pouted, and turned her face away. Her mom patiently tried again, whispering softly, “Come on, Luna, just a little bit.” But Luna was full of stubborn energy today. She shook her head, let out a sharp squeal, and suddenly pushed the bottle away with her little hand.
Mom sighed, still calm, but Luna’s tantrum was just getting started. She jumped up, turned around dramatically, and began to run away as fast as her wobbly legs could go. Her mom called out, “Luna! Come back!” But the naughty baby only looked back for a second before darting toward the grassy yard.
Then, it happened. In her rush, Luna’s tiny foot caught on a small root sticking out of the ground. With a squeal, she tumbled forward — plop! — landing face down on the soft dirt. The fall wasn’t hard, but it shocked her completely. For a moment, everything went quiet except for Luna’s tiny whimper.
Her mom rushed over, gently lifting her up and brushing off the dirt from her fur. Luna’s face scrunched up, and she began to cry — loud, heartfelt sobs echoing through the yard. Her nose wrinkled, her tail curled close to her body, and tears mixed with the dust on her cheeks.
Mom held her close, rocking her gently. “It’s okay, my silly girl,” she whispered, cleaning the dirt from Luna’s face with soft licks. Slowly, Luna’s crying turned into quiet sniffles. Her little arms wrapped around Mom’s neck as she buried her face in her chest.
After a few moments, Mom offered the milk again. This time, Luna didn’t refuse. Still hiccupping softly, she began to drink, her tiny eyes half-closed from exhaustion.
The world felt peaceful again — a lesson learned, a tantrum soothed, and a mother’s love shining brighter than the afternoon sun.
