After his warm morning bath, little A Tong was wrapped in a soft towel, his fur slightly fluffy and his tiny face looking fresh and clean. Mom had prepared his favorite blue shirt, gently laying it beside him with a cheerful smile. But the moment she tried to dress him, the drama began.
A Tong twisted his body away with surprising strength for such a tiny monkey. He puffed his cheeks, narrowed his eyes, and let out a sharp cry that echoed across the room.
“Eeehh! Nooo!” his squeals seemed to say as he kicked his legs and wiggled with all his might.
Mom patiently tried again, softly cooing and holding the shirt like it was a toy. But A Tong wasn’t having it. He shook his head furiously, then rolled over and buried his face in the towel, his little butt sticking up in protest. His moody tantrum had officially begun.
He sat up dramatically, arms crossed, eyes watery with frustration. Each time Mom got close with the shirt, he’d let out another cry—part stubbornness, part sadness. The whole household stopped to watch the show.
Finally, Mom gave him a moment to calm down. She gently rubbed his back, whispered to him, and even offered a little fruit as a peace offering. Slowly, A Tong peeked out from under the towel, his mood softening.
With a few more cuddles and a kiss on the nose, he allowed the shirt to be slipped over his head—though he still pouted a little.
All clean and dressed, he sat in Mom’s lap, sipping warm milk and sniffling lightly. His tantrum was over, but his attitude had made it clear: A Tong had opinions—and he was never afraid to show them.
The bath may be done, but the drama? Never ends.
