N-a-s-t-y And JeLouSy Minea Screaminq Anqry And Scratch Newborn Baby Monkey Head

N-a-s-t-y and JeaLouSy Minea Screaminq Anqry and Scratch Newborn Baby Monkey Head 😭❤🐶

It was supposed to be a calm, happy day in the jungle nursery. The sun was shining through the leaves, the birds were singing, and all the little ones were playing gently on the soft moss floor. But then came Minea—storming in with eyes wide, voice loud, and a heart full of jealousy.

Everyone had been paying so much attention to the newborn baby monkey. He was tiny, adorable, and new to the jungle family. Mama Monkey, Aunt Lala, and even the older kids had been giving him all their love. They cooed, cuddled, and smiled every time he made the smallest sound.

Minea? She didn’t like it. Not. One. Bit.

“She never used to hold me that much!” Minea growled under her breath.

With her arms crossed and face scrunched, she stood in the corner, watching baby monkey get rocked gently in Mama’s arms. And then—snap!—something in her just couldn’t take it anymore.

She let out a loud, dramatic scream. “NOOOO!” she shouted. “STOP LOOKING AT HIM!”

Everyone jumped, startled. The peaceful moment shattered like glass.

Before anyone could stop her, Minea ran over, waving her arms wildly. Baby monkey looked up, blinking in confusion—and then suddenly, ouch! Minea had scratched him right on the head!

“EEEKK!” the baby cried, bursting into sobs.

“MINEA!” Mama shouted, rushing to pull her away. “What did you do?!”

Minea stood there, breathing heavy, her face red and furious. But deep inside, it wasn’t really anger—it was hurt. She felt left out, forgotten, and unloved.

But hurting the baby didn’t fix anything.

Everyone gathered around baby monkey, comforting him and checking the tiny scratch. It wasn’t deep, but it scared him—and scared everyone else, too.

Minea’s eyes began to fill with tears. She looked at her hands, then at Mama, and whispered, “I’m sorry… I just wanted someone to notice me too.”

Mama Monkey knelt beside her and gently said, “We love you, Minea. But love doesn’t grow when you hurt others. You need to be kind—even when you feel jealous.”

Minea nodded slowly. She didn’t speak again that afternoon. She sat quietly nearby, holding a leaf, watching baby monkey sleep. Maybe next time, she’d choose love instead of scratching.

And maybe—just maybe—she’d learn to share the spotlight, too. 💛