Mako was only a tiny baby monkey, gentle and fragile, still learning to trust the world around him. He clutched his little bottle of milk tightly, sipping slowly as if it was the only comfort he had. But nearby, Minea was watching. Unlike Mako, Minea was stubborn, quick-tempered, and often jealous whenever she saw another monkey being cared for.
That day, her jealousy grew too strong to ignore. With a sudden leap, Minea rushed toward little Mako. Before the caretakers could react, her tiny hands reached out, and in her frustration, she scratched Mako’s small face. The poor baby squealed in shock, his milk bottle slipping from his grasp. Tears welled up in his eyes as he covered his stinging face with trembling fingers.
Minea, meanwhile, grabbed the bottle without hesitation. She drank greedily, ignoring Mako’s cries and the mess she had caused. Her face was determined, almost defiant, as though she believed the milk should have been hers all along.
The caretakers quickly stepped in, separating the two babies. Mako was lifted gently, his little face checked for scratches. He whimpered softly, still shaken by the sudden attack, but he leaned into the comfort of caring hands. The wound was small, but the pain of being bullied hurt far more than the scratch itself.
Minea was scolded and set aside, pouting as if she had done nothing wrong. But the truth was clear—her jealousy had turned her into a little troublemaker.
Later, with patience, both babies were comforted. Mako received a fresh bottle of milk, and his tears slowly dried. Minea, too, was given care, but she had to wait—learning, in her own way, that kindness and sharing mattered more than stealing.
