It was a quiet morning in the kitchen, sunlight pouring through the window and glimmering across the counter where Mom was preparing milk. The sound of the bottle being filled should have been comforting — but not for little baby monkey Lika, who was already crying at the top of her lungs.
Perched on a small towel near the corner of the kitchen, Lika’s tiny body trembled with impatience. Her belly was empty, her face scrunched in distress, and her high-pitched cries echoed through the room. “Eee! Eee! Eee!” she shouted, stomping her little feet and waving her arms as if to remind Mom, “Hurry, I’m starving!”
Mom tried her best to calm her down, speaking softly, “Just a moment, my baby, Mommy’s almost done.” But the words only made Lika cry louder. She looked toward the counter, eyes wide and desperate, watching every move as Mom shook the bottle, testing the temperature. The smell of warm milk filled the air, and that only made Lika’s hunger grow stronger.
Her tail flicked nervously. She stood on her tiny legs and reached out her arms toward Mom, making soft squeaks between cries. The kitchen became a mix of sounds — the clinking of the bottle, the humming of the fridge, and the nonstop baby monkey tantrum that filled the space with raw emotion.
Finally, Mom turned around, smiling with relief as she carried the bottle toward her little one. Lika’s eyes sparkled the instant she saw it. Her cries turned into quick, excited squeals, and she bounced on the towel, almost losing her balance in her eagerness.
The moment the bottle touched her lips, the kitchen fell silent. Lika drank greedily, her tiny hands clutching the bottle as if it were treasure. Warm milk dripped down her chin, but she didn’t care — her whole world was now calm and sweet again.
Mom watched tenderly, brushing a strand of fur from Lika’s face. The baby’s eyes fluttered with relief, her breathing slowing as comfort replaced hunger. Within minutes, she finished her drink and curled up in Mom’s palm, sighing happily.
The tantrum was over. The kitchen was peaceful once more — just a loving mom and her tiny baby, surrounded by warmth, milk, and morning light.
