It was lunchtime in the cozy little house where baby monkey Harry lived. Mom had just prepared his favorite dish—a bowl of mashed bananas mixed with milk—and called out to him, “Harry, come and eat!”
Harry trotted over, but when he saw the chair waiting for him, he froze. Sitting down to eat was the last thing he wanted to do. The moment Mom tried to guide him onto the chair, Harry let out a sharp, ear-piercing scream.
“Eeeeeek! No! No sit!” Harry protested, clinging to Mom’s legs like his life depended on it.
Mom sighed, kneeling to face her spoiled little boy. “Harry, you need to sit down to eat. You can’t run around with food in your hands. Come on, be a good boy.”
But Harry wasn’t having it. His screams grew louder as he flailed his arms dramatically. He threw himself onto the floor, rolling around as if the chair was some terrible punishment. “Nooo! No sit!” he wailed, tears streaming down his face.
Mom crossed her arms, trying not to laugh at his dramatic display. “Harry, if you don’t sit, you won’t get your bananas,” she warned gently.
Hearing this, Harry paused mid-scream, his eyes darting to the bowl of bananas. He hesitated, clearly torn between his stubbornness and his love for the sweet treat.
Finally, with a big pout, Harry climbed onto the chair, plopping down with a loud huff. He crossed his little arms, glaring at Mom as she placed the bowl in front of him.
“See? That wasn’t so bad,” Mom said with a smile.
Harry grabbed the spoon with a dramatic sigh, making sure Mom knew he wasn’t happy—though the way he gobbled up his food said otherwise.
