The warm afternoon breeze rustled the leaves as A-Tong sat on a small wooden stool, holding his precious milk bottle tightly in his tiny hands. He sipped it slowly, enjoying every drop. His eyes were half-closed in satisfaction—until suddenly, a sneaky little hand reached out.
SWOOSH!
Before A-Tong could react, TanTan snatched the bottle right from his grip! A-Tong’s eyes widened in shock. His mouth dropped open, and for a second, he sat frozen, unable to believe what just happened. Then—
“EEEEEEEEEEEK!”
A-Tong let out an ear-splitting scream, his tiny body shaking with pure rage. His fur bristled, and his little fists clenched tightly as he jumped up, stomping his feet on the ground. His face turned red with frustration as he pointed at TanTan, who was already giggling and running away with the bottle.
“GIVE IT BACK! IT’S MINE!!” A-Tong screeched, chasing after TanTan like a furious little storm.
TanTan, being the mischievous troublemaker, only laughed harder, holding the bottle high above his head. He took a playful sip, knowing it would make A-Tong even angrier. And it did.
A-Tong jumped up and down, waving his arms wildly. “MAAA! MAAA! Look at TanTan! He stole my milk!” he cried, hoping his mom would come to his rescue.
Hearing the chaos, their mom turned around and sighed. She walked over and gently took the bottle from TanTan. “That’s not nice, TanTan. This is A-Tong’s milk,” she said firmly, handing it back to the furious little monkey.
The moment A-Tong got his bottle, he hugged it tightly, still frowning at TanTan. But instead of holding onto his anger, he stuck his tongue out playfully. TanTan giggled, and within moments, the two were laughing again.
