TanTan, the playful little baby monkey, was in one of his stubborn moods again. After finishing his milk, he wiped his mouth roughly with his tiny hands, showing a face full of attitude. His mom stood nearby, watching every move, clearly not pleased. She had told him several times to rest quietly after drinking milk, but TanTan refused to listen. Instead, he looked around, trying to find a new reason to play or to disturb his sister, Marrya, who was already lying down for her nap.
Seeing his defiant look, Mom frowned and moved closer. She gently but firmly picked TanTan up, her expression showing both love and a little anger. TanTan’s eyes widened — he could tell from her tone that she meant business this time. Mom softly scolded him, pointing toward Marrya, who was peacefully napping under the warm sunlight. TanTan pouted, twisting his body as if trying to escape. But Mom wouldn’t let go. She stroked his head, then pushed him gently to lie down next to Marrya.
TanTan frowned and made a tiny squeak of protest, his tail flicking from side to side. But Mom stayed right there, keeping an eye on him to make sure he didn’t crawl away. Slowly, the warmth from Marrya’s fur and the calmness around began to soften his mood. TanTan’s angry little face turned peaceful as his eyes blinked sleepily. He reached his hand toward Marrya, touching her arm softly, and finally rested his head beside her.
Mom smiled faintly, seeing both babies together. The frustration faded away, replaced with gentle affection. Even though TanTan had been naughty, he was still her precious little one. As the room grew quieter, only the soft breathing of the two baby monkeys could be heard — TanTan finally drifting into dreams beside Marrya, while Mom watched over them lovingly, proud that peace had returned once again.