It was one of those quiet afternoons when the sun slipped gently through the leaves, and little Lala sat beside her mom, looking unusually serious. Her tiny eyes darted around as if she was holding onto a big secret. Mom noticed right away. “What’s on your mind, Lala?” she asked, brushing a leaf from Lala’s fur.
Lala hesitated for a moment, then leaned closer and whispered, “Mom… I heard something about Bibi.” Her mom raised an eyebrow, amused but curious. “Oh really? And what did you hear?”
Apparently, Bibi, their mischievous neighbor, had been up to something again. Lala explained in her most dramatic tone that Bibi had been “collecting” everyone’s snacks and hiding them behind the garden shed! The way Lala told the story—hands waving, tail flicking, eyes wide—made Mom burst into laughter. “Are you sure it wasn’t you who helped Bibi?” Mom teased.
Lala gasped, putting her tiny hands on her chest. “Me? No way! I just… found out.” But her giggle gave her away. Mom smiled knowingly. The two sat there for a while, talking softly about Bibi’s little secrets, trying to decide whether they should tell the others or give him a chance to confess.
In the end, Mom suggested they use kindness instead of scolding. “Maybe Bibi just wanted to make everyone laugh,” she said. Lala nodded thoughtfully, realizing that even mischievous acts can come from a playful heart.
Later that day, they visited Bibi together. Instead of accusing him, they invited him to share snacks with everyone. Bibi’s eyes widened, then he burst out laughing. “You caught me!” he admitted, scratching his head.
The three of them spent the rest of the afternoon munching on fruit, giggling over silly stories, and promising to keep no more secrets.
That day, Lala learned that sharing a few honest words with Mom always led to warmth, laughter, and understanding—and that sometimes, even “Bibi’s information” could bring a family closer together.
