The forest was quiet except for the rustle of morning leaves and the soft chatter of a family of monkeys. Among them, little BB was the most spoiled of all. He was small, with bright curious eyes and a round pink face that showed every feeling he had — especially anger. BB was loved dearly by his mother, Lora, who always carried him close, shared her food, and rarely let him out of her sight. But that morning, things were about to change.
Lora decided it was time for BB to start learning a bit of independence. She teased him gently, pretending not to give him his favorite fruit right away. “Oh, this banana looks so delicious,” she said playfully, holding it just out of reach. “Maybe Mama should eat it first.”
BB’s mouth opened wide in protest. His little hands reached desperately, and when Lora laughed softly instead of handing it over, BB’s tiny face turned red with fury. His tantrum began with a shrill scream that echoed through the trees.
Other monkeys looked over curiously, some amused, others shaking their heads knowingly. BB threw himself onto the ground, kicking his legs and rolling in the dirt. His cries grew louder, as if the world had ended. Lora tried to soothe him at first, but the more she smiled, the more BB screamed. He wanted that banana, and he wanted it now!
After a while, Lora crossed her arms and watched patiently. She loved her son but knew he had to learn that tantrums couldn’t always bring what he wanted. BB screamed louder, peeking occasionally to see if his mother was watching. When she didn’t rush over, he grabbed a dry leaf and threw it in the air as if it were the greatest act of rebellion.
Finally, his cries slowed. His energy began to fade, and the jungle sounds returned — birds singing, leaves whispering, insects humming. Lora walked over slowly and sat beside him. “Are you done, my little prince?” she said softly, brushing the dust from his fur.
BB sniffled, still pouting but too tired to continue. Lora smiled, broke the banana in half, and handed him a piece. “Here,” she said kindly, “next time, use your voice, not your temper.”
BB hesitated for a second, then grabbed the banana with both hands. As he ate, his eyes softened. He climbed into Lora’s lap and rested his head against her chest, the tantrum already forgotten. Lora wrapped her arms around him and rocked gently, whispering, “You’ll learn, my baby — even princes must grow.”
By noon, BB was back to his playful self, chasing butterflies and tugging on Lora’s tail. The other monkeys laughed quietly — they had all seen the show earlier — but BB didn’t care. He was full, happy, and safe again in his mother’s love.
In the heart of the forest, under the golden sunlight, the spoiled baby monkey learned one tiny lesson about patience — though everyone knew it wouldn’t be his last tantrum.
