The afternoon was peaceful—until a piercing scream shattered the quiet air. “AAAAAHHHH!! HELP MEEE!!”
Mom rushed outside, heart pounding, only to find baby monkey TavTav stuck on the motorbike! His tiny body was wedged between the seat and the metal frame, and he was thrashing wildly, his mouth wide open in a dramatic cry.
“Oh no, TavTav! How did you get there?!” Mom gasped, rushing to him.
TavTav kicked his legs and flailed his arms, his voice getting louder. “MOMMYYYYYY! GET ME OUUUUUTTT!!”
Other monkeys nearby turned to watch. Some giggled at TavTav’s over-the-top reaction, while others gasped in shock.
Mom tried to pull him gently, but TavTav screamed even louder. “NOO!! IT HURTS!!” He wasn’t actually hurt, but he was too panicked to listen.
“TavTav, stop moving! You’re making it worse!” Mom scolded, but he kept wiggling and wailing, making the situation more dramatic.
Finally, with a quick and careful tug, Mom freed him. TavTav fell straight into her arms, clinging to her chest, still crying loudly.
“Shhh, it’s okay now,” Mom soothed, rubbing his back.
But TavTav wasn’t done yet—he turned to glare at the motorbike. “BAD MOTORBIKE! YOU TRAPPED ME!” he shouted, slapping the seat angrily.
Mom sighed and shook her head. TavTav was always the drama king
