“Mom… I’m hungry!” Monkey Lyly called out as she sat at the wooden kitchen table, her little feet swinging back and forth. Her tiny stomach rumbled like distant thunder. It was her favorite time of the day—snack time! But today, something was different.
Her mom, Mama Monkey, was busy outside hanging laundry on the line, humming a cheerful tune. Lyly had asked for a banana sandwich an hour ago, but no sandwich had come. The kitchen smelled like morning sun and ripe fruit, but none of it was on her plate.
Determined to be patient, Lyly sat at the table with her chin in her hands. She imagined all the delicious things her mom might be making—banana pancakes, mango smoothies, or sweet coconut treats. The thoughts made her hungrier, and her eyelids heavier.
“Mom… I’m still hungry…” she murmured again, this time a little softer.
The clock ticked on. Outside, the birds chirped, and a butterfly fluttered past the window. But inside, Monkey Lyly grew quiet. She leaned her head on the table, eyes blinking slowly.
Before long, she drifted off to sleep, dreaming of giant banana cakes and rivers of honey. In her dream, she floated on a fruit raft while coconut fish swam underneath her. She giggled in her sleep, still whispering, “Hungry…”
Just then, Mama Monkey came in with a basket of fresh laundry. She paused, spotting Lyly curled up at the table.
“Oh, my sweet Lyly!” she gasped. “Did you wait too long for your snack?”
Gently scooping her up, Mama Monkey carried her to the couch and tucked a cozy blanket around her.
Later, when Lyly woke up, the kitchen was filled with warm smells and laughter. On the table sat her favorite snack—banana sandwiches with a side of honeyed berries.
With a big smile and a loud yawn, Lyly sat up and said, “Mom… I’m still hungry!”
Mama Monkey laughed and kissed her forehead. “Let’s fix that, my little dreamer.”
