In a quiet little village surrounded by tall palm trees and warm morning sunshine, there lived a tiny baby monkey named Coco. Coco was only a few months old, with fuzzy brown fur and big round eyes that sparkled like two little stars. He lived with his caretaker, Dara, a kind young man who always tried his best to give Coco love, food, and safety.
Most days, Coco was a cheerful little monkey—jumping around the wooden porch, clinging to Dara’s shirt, or nibbling on sweet bananas like a happy toddler. But today was different. Today, Coco was angry. Not just a little upset—he was full of tiny monkey frustration.
The trouble started early in the morning when Coco woke up and found his favorite red blanket missing. This blanket was special to him. It was soft, warm, and smelled like comfort. Coco always slept with it wrapped around his body. But now it was nowhere to be found.
“Coco, come here! Time for breakfast,” Dara called from the kitchen.
But Coco didn’t move. Instead, he sat on the wooden floor, arms crossed, cheeks puffed, and eyes narrowed like a very serious little monkey. His tail flicked back and forth impatiently.
Dara stepped out and saw him. “Oh? What’s wrong, little one?”
Coco hopped up and ran into the bedroom, tugging at Dara’s pants as if trying to pull him along. Dara followed, confused. When they reached the sleeping mat, Coco pointed both tiny hands at the empty spot where the blanket usually lay. Then he looked up at Dara, letting out a sharp “Eeek! Eeee!”
Dara finally understood. “Ahh, you’re looking for your blanket… Aren’t you?”
Coco stomped his little feet dramatically. He grabbed a pillow and tossed it onto the floor. Then he grabbed another pillow and tossed it too, as if showing exactly how disappointed he was.
Dara tried not to laugh. “Coco, I washed your blanket. It’s drying outside in the sun.”
But Coco didn’t want explanations. He wanted his blanket now. To him, it felt like Dara had taken something extremely important without permission. So, Coco decided to protest.
He climbed onto the side table and sat with his back facing Dara, refusing to look at him. His fur puffed up, and he hugged his knees tightly.
“Coco… don’t be like that,” Dara said softly.
No response. Not even an ear twitch.
Dara tried offering a banana. Coco looked away.
He tried offering a mango slice. Coco pulled his face even further to the side.
He tried offering warm milk. Coco pressed his hands over his eyes dramatically.
Nothing worked.
Coco was committed to his anger.
But Dara had taken care of monkeys for years. He knew their behavior well. Some baby monkeys, just like human children, got moody when they missed something they loved. And Coco was one of the most expressive babies he had ever cared for.
“All right,” Dara said with a small smile. “If you won’t forgive me, I guess I’ll enjoy breakfast alone.”
He walked out of the room slowly, leaving Coco sitting on the table. But Coco peeked through his fingers. He didn’t want to be alone forever. He just wanted his feelings to be understood.
Coco climbed down and wandered outside. He saw Dara hanging laundry—shirts, shorts, and finally, the little red blanket clipped to a line. It fluttered in the wind like a small red flag.
Coco let out a dramatic gasp.
He ran over and reached up on his tippy-toes, trying to grab it. But he was too short. He jumped—still too short. He climbed the wooden pole—still couldn’t reach.
“Coco!” Dara hurried toward him. “It’s still wet. If I give it to you now, you’ll catch a cold.”
But Coco didn’t care. He crossed his arms again and puffed his cheeks out. His whole tiny body radiated grumpy energy.
Seeing this, Dara sighed. “All right, all right. Come here.”
He gently lifted Coco into his arms. Coco didn’t hug him back. He just reached straight for the blanket.
Dara touched it. Still damp.
He couldn’t let Coco sleep with it wet—but he also couldn’t keep the little monkey angry forever. So he came up with an idea.
“Let’s dry it together,” Dara said.
He brought the blanket down and placed it on a wide bamboo tray. Then he carried the tray into the sunny yard. He sat down, letting the warm sunlight fall over him. Coco slowly inched closer but sat with his arms still crossed.
Dara placed the blanket on his lap and began gently waving the tray to make the wind blow across it.
Coco watched carefully. The red blanket seemed to get fluffier under the warm sun.
After a moment, Coco reached one tiny hand out and touched it—only a little. Then he touched it again. It was getting warmer.
Dara smiled. “See? It’ll be ready soon.”
Coco finally uncrossed his arms. He moved closer and eventually climbed onto Dara’s leg, sitting on his lap. Even though he was still pretending to be upset, he began resting his tiny head on Dara’s stomach.
Dara chuckled softly and stroked his back. “Angry but cuddly… You’re such a funny little monkey.”
Coco let out a small “eek” that sounded like a tiny apology.
After a few more minutes, the blanket was warm and dry. Dara folded it and handed it to Coco.
Coco hugged it tightly, pressing his face into it. His tail curled happily. The anger disappeared instantly. He climbed up onto Dara’s chest, wrapped his arms around his neck, and rested his head on his shoulder.
“There you are,” Dara whispered. “My little one.”
Coco gently tapped Dara’s cheek, as if telling him, Don’t do that again.
Dara laughed. “I promise I’ll tell you next time.”
The rest of the day was peaceful. Coco carried his blanket everywhere—on the porch, in the kitchen, even outside where he watched birds fly overhead. He didn’t let it out of his sight.
Later in the afternoon, Dara sat under a shady mango tree. Coco curled up in his lap again with the blanket wrapped around him. He wasn’t angry anymore. He was just sleepy and content.
Before drifting off to sleep, Coco lifted his head and gave Dara a soft look filled with trust and affection—a baby monkey’s way of saying he forgave him completely.
Dara smiled and rocked him gently. “Even when you’re angry,” he said, “you’re still my little Coco.”
And with that, the baby monkey closed his eyes, hugged his blanket tighter, and fell into a sweet, peaceful sleep, knowing he was safe, loved, and understood.
THE END
