It was a hot and sunny afternoon when Monkey Lyly discovered a treasure trove in the freezer—ice cream! Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she opened the lid and saw her favorite flavors lined up like a dream come true. Vanilla, chocolate, strawberry, mango—there was no stopping her. She grabbed a spoon and began indulging like it was the best day of her life.
At first, everything was perfect. Monkey Lyly danced around with her ice cream cup in hand, humming a happy tune and occasionally offering a spoonful to her stuffed toys. Her mom was busy in the kitchen and hadn’t noticed just how much ice cream Lyly had eaten… yet.
But about thirty minutes later, the consequences of her frozen feast started to kick in. Lyly froze mid-play, her eyes widened, and she clutched her belly. “Uh-oh…” she whispered, then bolted straight for the bathroom.
Five minutes later, she emerged slowly, a bit embarrassed, only to return again after a few more minutes. “OMG… Monkey Lyly, are you okay?” her mom asked, finally catching on to the situation. Lyly nodded shyly but stayed near the bathroom door—just in case.
“I think I ate too many cold things,” she admitted softly, holding her tummy. Her mom couldn’t help but chuckle while still feeling sorry for her poor little one. “That’s why we don’t eat five cups of ice cream in one go,” she said, patting Lyly’s head gently.
Monkey Lyly promised to never do it again, though she still eyed the freezer with longing glances. From that day on, ice cream was a special treat—one cup at a time. And every time Lyly saw the bathroom, she’d giggle a little, remembering her ice cream adventure that went just a little too far.
Lesson learned: sweet treats are best enjoyed slowly… unless you want to spend the day sprinting to the bathroom like Monkey Lyly!
