Morning at Cute Monkey Home started quietly, but it didn’t stay calm for long. Little Linda woke up with a storm in her heart. As soon as Mom gently set her down and asked her to walk, Linda’s face changed. Her tiny eyes filled with tears, her mouth trembled, and suddenly she threw herself backward onto the floor. Thump! The dramatic tantrum began.
Linda cried loudly, a sharp, broken sound that echoed around the house. She rolled backward again and again, tiny hands pushing the floor as if it were unfair to her. She didn’t want to walk, not even one step. Her legs kicked in the air, and her face twisted with anger and sadness mixed together. It was clear—today, Linda wanted only comfort, not responsibility.
Mom knelt beside her, speaking softly, trying to calm her down. She reached out a hand, but Linda slapped the floor and turned her head away. Her cry grew louder, more desperate, as if the whole world had betrayed her. The backward crying made her look so small and pitiful, sliding across the floor like a fallen leaf in a storm.
Other monkeys stopped to watch. Some looked curious, others nervous. Linda’s chest heaved as she cried, her little body shaking with every sob. She tried to stand once, but anger won. Down she went again, backward on the floor, refusing to walk, refusing to listen. The tantrum was full of drama and attitude—so nasty, yet so heartbreakingly baby-like.
Mom stayed patient. She didn’t shout. She waited. Slowly, the cries softened into sniffles. Linda’s energy drained away, and she lay still, exhausted from her own emotions. Mom gently lifted her, holding her close. Instantly, Linda buried her face into Mom’s chest, clinging tightly as if afraid to be left behind.
The storm passed. The floor was quiet again. Linda’s tantrum showed how strong her feelings were—anger, fear, and love all tangled together. At Cute Monkey Home, even the nastiest, most dramatic moments end the same way: with comfort, patience, and a warm hug that makes everything feel safe again.