Lyly had always been a little ball of energy—curious, clever, and just mischievous enough to keep everyone on their toes. But today, she truly outdid herself.
It had been raining all morning, and Lyly, who loved to play outside no matter the weather, returned home completely soaked. Her tiny coat clung to her body, droplets falling from her elbows and tail as she shuffled into the house with big, pleading eyes. Her mother sighed lovingly and fetched a towel, ready to dry her off as usual.
But Lyly had other plans.
While her mother prepared warm water nearby, Lyly waddled straight to her favorite winter treasure—the little heater that sat in the corner of the room. She pressed its button with both hands, watching the warm air hum to life. Then, with a proud squeak, she lifted her arms and positioned herself right in front of it.
Instantly, her wet fur began to fluff up.
She rotated slowly, just like she had seen clothes spinning in the dryer—first turning her head, then her shoulders, and finally doing a tiny twirl that made her fur puff out even more. She spread her arms wide like a leaf in the sun, closing her eyes blissfully as the warm air wrapped around her.
Her mother walked in just in time to see Lyly standing on her tiptoes, stretching out her tail toward the heater for maximum drying efficiency. The sight was so unexpectedly adorable that she burst into laughter.
“Lyly! You little genius!” her mother giggled, wiping tears from her eyes.
But Lyly wasn’t done. She glanced up at her mother with a smug little grin, as if proudly declaring, See? I can dry myself! She lifted the towel lying beside her and placed it neatly on the floor—clearly signaling she didn’t need it anymore.
Her mother scooped her up, still laughing. “You clever little monkey… but next time, at least let me help!”
Lyly simply nestled into her arms, warm, fluffy, and very pleased with herself.
In that moment, the whole house felt brighter—not because of the heater, but because of Lyly’s clever, heartwarming charm.
