It was a calm morning in the cozy household, and little Mody had just finished his daily bath. Wrapped snugly in a soft towel, his fur was fluffy and clean, and his big, curious eyes sparkled as the sunlight streamed through the window. Mommy carefully placed him on the table, ready to dry him off and groom his delicate fur as she always did.
However, as soon as she began brushing his fur, Mody’s demeanor changed dramatically. His tiny face scrunched up, and he let out an ear-piercing scream. “Eeeeeek!” he cried, wiggling his small body as if trying to escape. Mommy, startled but calm, tried to soothe him with a soft voice.
“What’s wrong, Mody?” she asked, pausing the grooming. But Mody wasn’t having it. He continued to scream and flail, his little hands reaching out as though calling for rescue. Mommy couldn’t help but smile at his dramatic display, knowing this wasn’t the first time he’d protested something so simple.
“I do this every day, Mody,” she said with a chuckle, gently patting his head. “It’s just a brush, and you’ll feel so much better afterward.”
But Mody wasn’t convinced. He kept wriggling and crying, making it seem as if the end of the world was near. His tiny tantrum was both frustrating and adorable. Mommy persisted, speaking to him softly while carefully continuing her task. She knew that once she was done, he’d be the happiest little monkey again.
Sure enough, as soon as the grooming was complete, Mody stopped crying. His fur was smooth and shiny, and he looked like the picture of comfort and pride. Mommy kissed his forehead and said, “See? All done, my little one.”
Mody pouted for a moment but then reached for Mommy’s hand, his earlier distress forgotten as he snuggled into her lap. Despite his dramatic outburst, he couldn’t resist the love and care Mommy always gave him.`
