The little female baby monkey had just arrived in her new home. At first, she sat quietly, looking around with wide, curious eyes. Everything was new—the people, the smells, and the soft blanket beneath her tiny feet. But after a short while, her mood suddenly changed.
Her tiny face scrunched up, her lips pushed forward, and she let out a sharp, angry cry. She stomped her little hands on the floor and kicked her tiny legs. It was clear—she was furious!
No one knew why she was so upset. Did she miss her mother? Was she hungry? Or did she simply not like this strange new place? Her small hands balled into fists as she screamed louder, shaking her body with frustration.
A kind caretaker gently reached out to comfort her, but she swatted the hand away with a tiny but firm slap. She didn’t want to be touched. She didn’t want to be held. She wanted to be angry!
She huffed and puffed, her little chest rising and falling as she let out a long, dramatic wail. But soon, her energy started to fade. Her cries became softer, her tiny body slumped, and her eyes blinked sleepily.
The caretaker slowly offered her a warm milk bottle. For a moment, she refused, turning her face away. But the sweet smell of milk was too tempting. She reached out hesitantly, grabbed the bottle, and took a slow sip.
As the warm milk filled her belly, her tantrum faded away. She snuggled into the soft blanket, her big eyes growing heavy. In just a few minutes, the furious little princess had transformed into a sleepy angel, drifting off into peaceful slumber.
