In the quiet corner of the home, five little baby monkeys sat close together inside their small cage, their tiny faces pressed against the bars. It was morning, and they knew it was almost feeding time. Their little bellies were empty, and their wide, round eyes followed every step of their caregiver.
One of the babies squeaked first, a soft cry that quickly turned into louder calls as if reminding daddy not to forget them. Another reached a small hand out through the cage, shaking it with impatience, while the others crowded behind, climbing over one another in their eagerness. Though they were tiny, their energy and excitement filled the room.
The smallest baby monkey pressed his face against his brother’s back, whimpering softly as if saying, “Hurry, we are hungry.” The older one, though still just as young, sat upright, his tail twitching, his big eyes staring at the bottle being prepared. The smell of warm milk already made them restless.
Suddenly, they all started squealing together, a chorus of cries and little chirps that echoed through the room. Their caregiver smiled, holding up the bottles of milk, and instantly their cries turned into happy noises. Their tiny hands waved in the air, each one desperate to be the first.
Even though they had to wait their turn, the five baby monkeys stayed close, comforting one another with warmth and touch. Their bond was strong, and their cries softened once they knew food was coming. Soon, they would each be in their caregiver’s arms, sucking happily on a bottle until their bellies were full.
For now, they waited—five tiny monkeys, eyes shining with hope, hearts beating with love, and little voices calling out for milk.
