The little baby monkey had been holding her precious mango as if it were the most important treasure in the world. She had been nibbling at it happily, her tiny lips sticky with juice, when suddenly the fruit slipped from her hand and rolled away into the grass.
Her eyes widened in shock, and then came the storm. With a loud screech, she stamped her tiny feet and threw herself back dramatically, crying as if the whole world had betrayed her. She searched the ground quickly, but the mango had rolled too far for her to grab.
Frustrated, the baby monkey clenched her tiny fists and pouted her lips, glaring at anyone who came near as if it were their fault. Her tantrum grew louder, little shrieks echoing through the air, making sure everyone knew just how unfair this moment felt.
Her daddy tried to calm her, gently picking her up, but she squirmed in his arms, twisting and fussing, her eyes locked on the direction where the mango had disappeared. It was clear she wasn’t ready to give up her favorite fruit.
After a while, Daddy found another small piece of mango and offered it to her. At first, she turned her face away, still sulking. But her love for the sweet fruit was too strong. Slowly, with a stubborn glance, she accepted it.
As the sweet taste filled her mouth again, her anger began to fade. Her little tail wagged, and the cries turned into soft chewing sounds. She still looked upset, as if she hadn’t fully forgiven the world for taking her mango, but at least she was happy again with every juicy bite.
