The early morning sunlight peeked through the trees as baby monkey Jenna sat on the wooden bed, her tiny body shifting restlessly. She could already smell the familiar scent of milk, and the moment she saw her mom preparing the bottle, her excitement exploded.
Jenna’s small hands reached out impatiently, her little fingers opening and closing rapidly. Her feet kicked against the wooden surface, and she let out a series of eager whimpers. “Ehh! Ehh!” she cried, rocking her body back and forth as if that would make the milk come faster.
Her mom glanced at her with a warm smile. “Be patient, Jenna. It’s almost ready.”
But patience was not something Jenna knew at this moment. She grabbed onto her mom’s arm, tugging lightly as if to remind her that she was really hungry. Her tiny mouth smacked as she made soft sucking sounds, her way of demanding the milk right away.
When her mom took just a little longer, Jenna’s impatience turned into full-on bouncing. She stood on wobbly legs, her hands waving wildly in the air. She let out a dramatic cry, her tiny body trembling with urgency.
“Alright, alright, here you go,” her mom finally said, laughing as she handed over the warm bottle.
Jenna grabbed it with both hands, pulling it close as if it was the most precious thing in the world. Her lips latched onto the nipple, and within seconds, she was sucking greedily, her tiny ears wiggling with satisfaction.
Her eyes slowly closed as she drank, her little body relaxing. The hunger tantrum was over, and now, all that mattered was the warm, comforting milk in her belly.
