Tiny baby Jasmine sat squirming on the dusty ground, her face scrunched up in pure frustration. Her little body was sticky, her fur messy from a playful tumble—but what made her most upset was that Mama hadn’t come to clean her yet.
She had waited… and waited.
Now, her patience had completely run out.
Jasmine let out a loud, heartbroken cry, kicking her little legs and flailing her arms. Her high-pitched squeals echoed through the trees. Her voice said it all: “Mama, where are you?! I’m dirty and I hate it!”
Every time she heard a rustle, Jasmine perked up—only to pout again when it wasn’t her mother. Her soft fur itched, and her baby face showed both sadness and anger.
Nearby caretakers smiled gently. They had seen this scene before—baby drama at its finest.
Finally, through the leaves, Mama appeared—calm and graceful, as if she knew exactly how long to let Jasmine fuss.
But Jasmine wasn’t done protesting. As Mama came close, she cried even louder, as if to say, “You’re late! I needed you five minutes ago!”
Mama sat down and gently scooped Jasmine up into her arms. Jasmine whimpered softly, still mad—but her tiny body relaxed the moment Mama began to groom her gently, licking her fur clean with slow, loving strokes.
The cries faded.
The frown disappeared.
Now, safely wrapped in Mama’s arms, Jasmine gave one last sigh—and snuggled in close.
Because in the end, all she really needed was a little love, a little cleaning, and a whole lot of Mama. 🐒🧼💗
