It was supposed to be a normal, happy afternoon in the house—but little baby monkey Tutu had other plans. Something had upset him deeply. No one knew exactly what sparked the mood. Maybe someone touched his favorite toy, or maybe he didn’t get the snack he wanted right now.
Whatever it was, Tutu was furious.
He sat on the soft mat, crossed his arms tight across his chest, and bent forward until his tiny face was completely hidden. His forehead pressed to the floor, his little tail twitching behind him, and he refused to make a sound. Silent, but clearly fuming.
His human mom walked over and knelt beside him. “Tutu, what’s wrong, sweetheart?”
No answer.
She gently rubbed his back, but he leaned farther forward, burying his face deeper, making it clear he wanted to be left alone. His fuzzy ears twitched, and his breathing was loud and pouty—definitely angry.
“Tutu, are you mad at Mommy?”
Still no response. But his body said everything: pure monkey grump mode.
Nearby, his siblings peeked over curiously, whispering to each other. “What happened to Tutu?” “Is he mad because of the banana?” “Maybe he wanted to wear the red shirt!”
Finally, after several minutes of dramatic silence, he peeked up with one eye—just enough to see if anyone was still watching. When he saw Mom sitting quietly, holding out his favorite snack with a gentle smile, his expression softened just a little.
Slowly, he crawled into her lap, his pout fading.
He didn’t say sorry, and Mom didn’t ask him to. She just cuddled him and let him calm down in her arms.
Even baby monkeys have bad days. But a little love always helps the anger melt away. 🐒❤️
