In the cozy corner of the home, baby monkey Luna was already in full drama mode. It started when her dad gently called her over for her morning milk. Instead of happily running to him like usual, Luna spun around, crossed her arms, and gave the loudest pout her tiny face could manage.
“Luna, come drink your milk,” her dad called again.
But Luna wasn’t having it.
She let out a sharp, high-pitched cry and stomped her tiny feet on the floor. Her tail flicked with frustration. Today, she was feeling stubborn — and no one, not even daddy, was going to make her drink milk unless she wanted to.
Dad approached with the bottle, kneeling down and offering it with love, but Luna turned her head sharply away, letting out a screech that echoed through the house. Then came the full tantrum. She threw herself onto the floor, rolling dramatically and kicking her little legs. Her face turned red with frustration, and she kept glancing at dad as if daring him to try again.
He sighed and sat nearby, bottle still in hand, waiting patiently. He knew Luna — she needed to let out her storm first.
After a few minutes, Luna’s cries slowed. Her energy drained, and her tummy reminded her that she was still very hungry. Slowly, she peeked up at dad. The bottle was still there, warm and full.
Luna crawled closer, hesitating for just a moment before grabbing the bottle and clinging to it with both hands. Her angry face softened into one of quiet satisfaction as she began to drink.
Dad chuckled softly, stroking her fuzzy head. “Such a drama queen, my Luna,” he whispered.
But Luna, already halfway through the bottle, just hummed in relief — tantrum forgotten, tummy full.
