Yuri, the little baby monkey with a fiery attitude, was in one of her moods again. The sun was out, the breeze was soft, and everything around her seemed peaceful—except for Yuri herself. She had been cranky all morning, refusing to play with her toys, ignoring her breakfast, and worst of all, completely rejecting Mom’s affection.
Mom tried everything—banana slices, gentle hugs, even Yuri’s favorite back scratches—but nothing worked. Instead, Yuri huffed loudly, crossed her tiny arms, and flopped down dramatically on the soft ground, her pouty face full of sass.
She lay there, not moving a muscle, pretending the world didn’t exist. Occasionally, she’d let out a tiny growl, just to remind everyone she was still very mad. Mom sat nearby, watching patiently, knowing this was just one of Yuri’s “moods.”
The truth was, Yuri wasn’t angry for any big reason. She just wanted attention—specifically, a certain kind of attention. The kind where Mom picks her up without asking, kisses her nose, and rocks her gently like when she was a newborn. But today, Mom had been busy cleaning and didn’t do all that.
So, Yuri went full dramatic mode.
After a while, her little eyes began to flutter. Still lying flat on the ground, she let out one last grumpy sigh, then slowly drifted into a moody nap. Her tail curled in, her tiny fists relaxed, and the anger melted into soft little snores.
Mom leaned in quietly and placed a soft leaf beside her. She smiled, knowing that once Yuri woke up, she’d crawl into her arms again, pretending nothing ever happened.
That’s just how moody little Yuri was—full of drama, full of love, and always needing her mommy, even when she pretended not to.
