Little baby monkey Roar is usually playful, but today his temper boiled over. His dad thought it would be fun to let him sit on a tree branch while preparing his milk. To Roar, though, this wasn’t fun at all—it felt like being trapped away from the one thing he wanted most.
The moment he realized he couldn’t climb down on his own, his tiny face grew red with frustration. He opened his mouth wide and let out a furious scream that echoed through the trees. His little hands clung tightly to the bark, and his tail flicked in anger. Every second felt like forever while his milk wasn’t in his hands.
Roar bounced and twisted, shaking his tiny body with dramatic cries, as if to make sure dad heard just how unhappy he was. His big round eyes glared down at his father, demanding attention. The cries grew louder, raw with impatience—he wanted milk, not a game.
Dad looked up with calm eyes, smiling at his baby’s dramatic reaction. Slowly, he held up the warm milk bottle to show Roar what was waiting for him. At once, Roar’s cries turned into desperate squeals, stretching his little arms forward, begging to be picked up.
When dad finally lifted him off the tree, Roar clung tightly, still fussing, but his cries softened the moment the bottle touched his lips. The milk soothed his anger, and his little body relaxed in daddy’s arms. His furious eyes closed halfway as he drank greedily, tail curling around for comfort.
Within minutes, the king of tantrums turned into a soft, happy baby once again—proof that all it takes to calm little Roar is a bottle of warm milk and daddy’s loving embrace.
