It was a sunny afternoon when Dad surprised little Lyly with something very special—a brand new house made just for her! After weeks of watching Lyly climb into boxes, baskets, and even laundry piles, Dad decided it was time for the playful monkey to have her own cozy place to sleep and play. The small wooden house was painted pink, decorated with soft blankets, and even had her name “Lyly” written on the front.
When Dad brought it out to the yard, Lyly’s eyes widened. She tilted her head, staring at the strange new “object” with curiosity. At first, she didn’t dare go near it. Instead, she circled around it carefully, sniffing every corner as if inspecting an unknown creature. “Come on, Lyly, it’s your new house!” Dad said, chuckling. But Lyly wasn’t convinced yet.
Then, curiosity took over. She climbed up the side of the little house, peeked through the window, and suddenly popped her head out from the tiny door, letting out a loud squeak of excitement! Dad couldn’t stop laughing—Lyly looked so proud, as if she had just discovered a secret kingdom. She ran in and out several times, dragging her favorite toy monkey and blanket inside, arranging them just how she liked.
A few minutes later, she sat at the doorway, peeking out with the biggest grin on her face, clearly saying, “This is mine!” Then came the funniest part—Lyly started guarding her house! Whenever anyone came too close, she puffed up her chest, waved her arms, and made a little warning sound, as if to say, “No trespassing!”
By evening, Lyly had completely settled in. She curled up inside her new home, eyes half-closed, hugging her toy tightly. Watching her happiness was priceless.
Her reaction—filled with curiosity, pride, and a dash of possessiveness—was pure comedy and pure heart. That tiny house wasn’t just a gift; it was Lyly’s new world, a place where she could play, dream, and feel truly at home.
