In the warm shade beneath an old fig tree, Pavpav — the patient, bossy mother monkey — decides it’s time for some serious cleaning. Her baby, however, has other plans.
The little one squeaks and squirms, tiny hands grabbing at leaves, trying to scoot away on wobbly legs. But Pavpav is quick and determined. With one strong tug, she grabs the baby by the scruff, ignoring the squeals of protest as she pulls the wriggling bundle back toward her spot in the dirt.
With a swift flip of her hand, Pavpav rolls her baby gently but firmly onto his back — tiny arms flailing, little feet kicking at the air. Upside down now, he squeals louder, tiny round belly exposed to the sky as if he’s saying, “Not like this! I want to play!”
But Pavpav doesn’t care for drama right now. She leans over, nose twitching, sharp eyes scanning every bit of fur for specks of dirt and tiny bugs that might hide beneath. She picks and grooms with quick, careful fingers while the baby wiggles and whimpers, trying to twist free.
Every time he tries to roll away, Pavpav just drags him back closer, flipping him upside down again as if to say, “We’re not done yet!” Nearby, other mothers watch with amused chatter while a few young ones peek over, giggling at the sight of their upside-down friend stuck in Mama’s cleaning routine.
Finally, when Pavpav is satisfied — fur smooth, belly spotless — she lets him wriggle free. The baby flips back onto his feet in an instant, darting off to hide behind a tree, squeaking tiny complaints about his embarrassing upside-down bath.
But Pavpav just sits back, licking her fingers clean, proud and calm — a good mother always makes sure her little one is spotless, even if it means a few squeals and dramatic flips along the way.
