In a peaceful village surrounded by soft green hills and singing birds, there lived a lively little girl named Kendra. She was four years old, full of laughter, full of questions, and full of love for every creature she met. But there was one special friend she adored more than anything — a baby monkey named Marla.
Marla wasn’t just any monkey. She was smart, stubborn, noisy, curious, mischievous, and unbelievably affectionate. Kendra’s family had found her as an abandoned infant near the forest edge, and since that day, Marla and Kendra had been inseparable like siblings born from two different worlds.
Every morning, Kendra would sit on the bamboo steps of her house with a bottle of warm milk in hand. And every morning, without fail, Marla would hop out from her little hammock and run toward her with delighted squeaks, her fluffy tail dancing behind her.
But on this particular morning, something unexpected — and incredibly funny — happened.
The Milk Drama Begins
Kendra sat on the step, sipping from her bottle like usual. Her eyes were still sleepy, her hair messy from the night, and her tiny feet swinging lazily in the air. Marla approached slowly, watching the milk with great concentration. Her big round eyes widened with anticipation.
Then came the first demand.
“EEEHHHH! EEEHHH!!!”
Marla screeched loudly, pointing at the milk with both hands as if announcing to the whole village that she deserved it more than anyone.
Kendra giggled. “Sharing, Marla,” she said, wagging her little finger. “We share, okay?”
But Marla wasn’t interested in polite negotiation.
She reached forward, tapping Kendra’s hand lightly — then stronger — then with full monkey conviction.
“Tshhh! Tshh! EH-EEEH!” she vocalized, her voice rising in urgency, demanding a sip.
Kendra took another sip herself, and that was when Marla completely lost her tiny monkey patience.
She climbed straight into Kendra’s lap, stretched her neck toward the milk bottle, and scolded her loudly:
“EEEH! AHH! MMM! MMM!!!”
It sounded exactly like a baby throwing a tantrum mixed with monkey chatter — a hilarious blend that had Kendra laughing so hard she nearly spilled the milk.
Negotiations… or Something Like It
Kendra held the bottle tight. “Wait, Marla. Sharing. One sip me, one sip you.”
She demonstrated carefully, lifting the bottle to her lips for a tiny sip.
Marla watched with wide-eyed jealousy.
Her whole body leaned forward.
Her hands twitched.
Her tail stiffened.
And then she launched into another dramatic vocal performance:
“EEEEEEEH!! UUUHHH! AHH!”
It was so loud that even CUTIS, the clever dog resting nearby, lifted her head in disbelief. CUTIS looked at Marla like, “Girl… calm down. It’s just milk.”
But Marla didn’t calm down.
She took one hand and covered Kendra’s mouth — gently but firmly — as if saying:
“No more for YOU. My turn.”
Kendra burst into giggles, falling backward on the steps while Marla clung to her, still vocalizing.
CUTIS barked softly, almost like she was laughing too.
The First Sip Victory
Finally, Kendra sighed, “Okay, okay, baby. Your turn.”
She held the bottle out, and Marla grabbed it quicker than lightning.
But instead of drinking calmly, she squealed loudly, announcing her victory:
“EEEHHH! AHH! MMMM!”
She took a giant sip — so big that milk dribbled down her chin. Then she smacked her lips proudly and hugged the bottle like a treasure chest.
Kendra clapped her hands. “Good girl, Marla! But sharing, remember?”
Marla, now fully energized from the milk, shook her head dramatically.
“Ah! Eh!”
Which clearly meant: “Mine now.”
But Kendra was no pushover.
She grabbed the bottle back with one swift move.
Marla gasped — literally gasped — like a shocked actress in a drama show.
Then she gave a series of tiny, angry monkey whispers:
“mm… mm… tss… eee…”
like she was complaining under her breath.
Kendra tried not to laugh, but she couldn’t help it.
CUTIS Joins the Chaos
CUTIS wandered closer, curious about the argument.
The moment Marla saw her approaching, she panicked.
She clutched the milk bottle, screaming:
“EEEE! EHHHHH! EHHH!”
CUTIS just tilted her head, confused.
She didn’t even want the milk — she just wanted to say hi.
But Marla, worried CUTIS might steal it, held the bottle tighter and made a protective “HOOO!” sound.
Kendra laughed so hard she fell sideways.
CUTIS lay down and covered her face with her paws like she couldn’t handle the drama anymore.
Back to Sharing… Finally
Kendra gently placed her hand on Marla’s back.
“Marla, you’re silly,” she said softly. “We share everything.”
The baby monkey slowly calmed down, blinking at Kendra with big shiny eyes.
She made a soft, sweet sound now — a tiny cooing noise she reserved only for Kendra.
“Oooo… mmm… aa…”
as if apologizing.
Kendra smiled and held the bottle out again.
“Okay. Sip together.”
Marla leaned her head against Kendra’s shoulder, letting Kendra guide the bottle so they both could take turns. Every time she finished a sip, she made a tiny satisfied sound:
“mmmm… aaah… eee…”
And every time Kendra took a sip, Marla watched closely but stayed calm — mostly.
After a few minutes, they had formed a rhythm:
Sip for Kendra.
Sip for Marla.
Sip for Kendra.
Sip for Marla.
CUTIS acted as referee, lying next to them with her nose resting on Kendra’s leg.
A Sweet Ending to a Silly Morning
When the bottle was finally empty, Marla licked the top, trying to get the last drops.
Kendra patted her head gently. “All done, baby.”
Marla leaned into her chest, making soft humming noises, a sign of monkey affection. She wrapped her tiny arms around Kendra’s neck and rubbed her cheek against her shoulder.
CUTIS nudged them both, wanting in on the affection too.
The three of them collapsed into a cozy, laughing pile on the bamboo steps — one human child, one dramatic baby monkey, and one loyal dog.
And as the morning sun warmed the village, Kendra whispered:
“Next time, we drink together again.”
Marla chirped softly:
“mmm… eee… ahhh…”
which, in her own little monkey language, clearly meant:
“Yes… and I want the first sip!”
