Smart baby monkey Susu has a full bottle of milk.😍

Morning sunlight filtered softly through the leaves above the small hillside home where baby monkey Susu lived with his mother and friends. Susu was already awake, sitting on a smooth rock and rubbing his sleepy eyes. He looked around with his usual curious expression, his tiny ears perked up and his tail curled like a question mark.

Today felt special, though he didn’t know why yet.

As he stretched, he spotted something in the distance—something round, shiny, and standing upright in the grass. Susu blinked and leaned forward. It looked like… a bottle. And not just any bottle—his favorite kind, the kind filled with warm, creamy milk.

Susu jumped excitedly, letting out a soft chirp. “Eeeh! Eeeh!”

He hurried over on all fours, his little steps uneven but determined. When he reached the bottle, he placed both hands on it and realized it was completely full. The cap was warm from the morning sun, and the milk inside swished gently when he tilted it.

Susu felt as if someone had given him the greatest gift in the world.

But there was one problem.
Baby Susu was very smart, but he was still small. Even though the bottle was full, he didn’t know how to open it by himself.

He sat down with a little plop, holding the bottle in his lap. His big eyes scanned the area. Maybe someone could help?

Just then, his friend Lala, a tiny monkey with fluffy cheeks, came hopping over.

“Whatcha got, Susu?” Lala asked brightly.

Susu proudly lifted the bottle above his head. “Milk!”

Lala clapped her hands. “Wow! But… who’s going to open it?”

Susu puffed his chest confidently. “I can do it.”

Lala tilted her head. “Are you sure?”

Susu nodded firmly. He had watched his mother open bottles many times. Surely he could figure it out!

He placed the bottle between his feet, grabbed the cap, and twisted with all his might. His face scrunched up. His fingers shook. His little tail curled tighter and tighter.

Nothing.
The cap didn’t move at all.

Susu pouted.

Lala patted him on the shoulder. “Maybe try again! You’re super smart.”

Encouraged, Susu tried a different position. He put the bottle against his chest, wrapped both hands around the cap, and twisted again.

Still no luck.

At that moment, Mother Monkey walked over, holding a basket of fruit. She took one look at the scene—two baby monkeys struggling with an oversized bottle—and burst into a warm laugh.

“What are you two up to?” she asked kindly.

Susu pointed at the bottle. “Mama, milk! But I can’t open it.”

Mother Monkey knelt down, took the bottle gently, and twisted the cap open with ease. A soft click sounded, and the sweet smell of warm milk drifted into the air.

Susu’s eyes sparkled like tiny stars.

“Here you go,” Mother Monkey said, handing it back.

Susu held the bottle tightly and gave a grateful little chirp. But as he lifted it to his mouth, Mother Monkey stopped him.

“Wait, Susu. If you drink too quickly, you’ll spill it. Let Mama show you the smart way.”

Susu listened carefully. He always wanted to impress his mother.

Mother Monkey guided his hands. “Hold it like this. Tilt slowly. Keep your eyes on the bottle, not your feet.”

Susu nodded seriously, following every instruction. This time, when he tilted the bottle, the milk flowed smoothly into his mouth.

Warm, creamy goodness filled him instantly.

“Eeeh!” he squeaked with delight.

Lala clapped. “Susu, you did it!”

But Susu wasn’t satisfied with just drinking. He wanted to prove how smart he was. He carefully set the bottle down beside him, wiped milk off his mouth, and stood up tall.

“I can hold it with one hand,” he declared confidently.

Mother Monkey raised an eyebrow. “One hand?”

“Yes! I’m strong now.”

He picked up the bottle using one tiny hand and tried to lift it higher. It wobbled dangerously. He leaned back, trying to keep his balance.

“Careful!” Lala squeaked.

Susu steadied himself, using his tail to grip the grass. Then—slowly, proudly—he lifted the bottle above his head with one hand.

Mother Monkey gasped softly. “Look at you, Susu. You really are growing.”

Susu beamed. His chest swelled with pride.

But the bottle was still heavy, and after a few seconds he lowered it again. He sat down and took another careful sip.

The hillside breeze blew gently, making the grass sway. Birds chirped overhead. Everything felt peaceful.

Susu suddenly had an idea. He grabbed the bottle and tugged Lala’s hand.

“Come, come! Let’s go where the wind is cooler.”

Lala followed eagerly as Susu led her to a shady tree nearby. The ground there was soft with fallen leaves. Susu set his bottle down and plopped onto the leaves, patting the spot beside him.

Lala sat. “You know, Susu… you’re really smart. You found milk, you opened it—”

“With Mama’s help,” Susu corrected.

“And you drank it all by yourself!”

Susu smiled, his small eyes turning crescent-shaped.

“And,” Lala added, “you shared your shade with me.”

Susu suddenly realized something important.
Sharing made him feel even happier than drinking the milk.

So he lifted the bottle toward Lala. “You want some?”

Lala blinked. “Really? For me?”

Susu nodded. “Only a little. I’m smart, so I know sharing is good.”

Mother Monkey, watching from afar, felt proud. Her baby wasn’t just clever—he was kind.

Lala took a tiny sip, then gave the bottle back carefully. “Thank you, Susu.”

“You’re welcome,” he said softly.

After finishing the last drops, Susu lay back on the leaves and let out a satisfied sigh. Lala lay beside him.

They looked up at the sky, watching white clouds drift lazily overhead.

“What do you want to do later?” Lala asked.

Susu tapped his chin. “Maybe… practice opening bottles again.”

Lala giggled. “You’ll be a bottle-opening master.”

Susu grinned. “One day!”

The afternoon sun warmed them gently. Mother Monkey called from the hill, telling them it was time to come home.

Susu stood up, wiped his mouth, and grabbed his empty bottle. He felt proud—not just because he finished his milk, but because he solved problems, learned new skills, and shared with his friend.

As he walked back, Lala hopping beside him, Susu whispered to himself:

“I’m smart, I’m growing, and tomorrow… I’ll be even smarter.”

And with that happy thought, the baby monkey skipped up the hill, ready for whatever new adventures awaited him next. 🍼🐒💚