Why Baby Monkey Lynx So A-N-G-R-Y, Lovely Mom Luna???
Baby monkey Lynx was the tiniest whirlwind in the whole jungle canopy. With soft golden fur and a tail that curled like a question mark, he looked like a bundle of sunshine. But today, that sunshine had turned into a tiny thunderstorm.
Lynx was a-n-g-r-y.
He sat on a branch with his arms crossed, cheeks puffed out like two ripe mangoes. Every few seconds he let out a dramatic “Hmph!” that startled nearby butterflies.
Below him stood his lovely mom, Luna.
Luna was known across the jungle for her patience. Her fur shimmered silver in the morning light, and her voice was as gentle as rustling leaves. She tilted her head and called up softly, “My little star, why the stormy face?”
“I’m NOT your little star!” Lynx huffed. “I’m big now! And you didn’t let me jump to the Tall Wiggly Tree!”
Ah. The Tall Wiggly Tree. The tallest, bounciest tree in the jungle. The dream of every adventurous baby monkey.
Luna climbed up and sat beside him. She didn’t rush. She didn’t scold. She simply wrapped her tail around his. “You wanted to jump alone,” she said calmly.
“Yes! I can do it!” Lynx insisted, though his voice wobbled just a little.
Luna pointed gently toward the Tall Wiggly Tree. A strong wind swept through, making it sway wildly. Even the older monkeys were holding tight.
“Being big,” Luna whispered, “is not about jumping first. It’s about knowing when to wait.”
Lynx peeked at the tree again. It did look extra wiggly.
His puffed cheeks slowly un-puffed.
“I just wanted to be brave,” he mumbled.
Luna smiled. “You are brave. But brave and ready are not always the same thing.”
Lynx leaned into her warm fur. The storm inside him softened into a drizzle. “Can we jump together tomorrow?”
“Of course,” Luna said, kissing his forehead. “And one day, you’ll jump even farther than me.”
Lynx’s tail curled happily again.
Maybe he wasn’t so angry anymore.
Maybe he just needed a hug.