Early in the morning, the shelter was quiet, the sun just beginning to rise outside. All the monkeys were still sleeping peacefully—except for one little ball of energy. Bee Boy, the ever-demanding baby monkey, woke up feeling thirsty.
His little tongue was dry, and he wanted water now. But Mom was curled up in the corner, still fast asleep, breathing softly. Bee Boy paced around his blanket for a moment, looking at her with big impatient eyes.
Then, he had an idea.
He marched straight to the wall, placed his tiny hands against it, and began tapping—then thumping—with growing urgency. Thump! Thump! Thump! The soft noise quickly became loud enough to echo around the room.
“Ma! Mommm!” Bee Boy cried, eyes fixed on the sleepy figure.
Mom stirred slightly, blinking but not fully waking. So Bee Boy got louder, pressing his face against the wall, yelling dramatically, as if the wall itself could carry his voice. He even threw in a fake sniffle for effect.
“Mom, wake up! I’m thirsty!” he cried again.
Finally, Mom sat up, rubbing her eyes and staring at him in disbelief.
“Bee Boy… it’s barely morning!”
But the little monkey looked so serious, paws on the wall like he was pleading with an invisible force. Mom couldn’t help but laugh softly. She walked over, picked him up gently, and kissed his forehead.
“Alright, you stubborn boy. Let’s get you some water.”
As she offered the bottle, Bee Boy grabbed it with both hands like a treasure, sipping eagerly. Once satisfied, he relaxed in her arms, eyes already getting sleepy again.
