Monkey Lyly always wants to help her mother. She’s a curious and energetic little monkey who means well, even if things don’t always go as planned. One sunny afternoon, Mama Monkey decided it was time to clean the house. She grabbed a broom and a bucket, tied her scarf, and got to work. Lyly, watching from the corner, bounced up excitedly. “I help! I help!” she shouted, clapping her little hands.
Mama Monkey smiled gently and gave Lyly a soft cloth. “Wipe the table, sweetie,” she said. But the moment Mama turned around, Lyly had a better idea. Instead of just wiping the table, she climbed up onto it to “get every corner.” Her tiny feet knocked over a glass of water, which spilled all over the floor. She gasped, slipped, and tumbled down with a thud—landing right in the water and giggling.
Not wanting to give up, Lyly grabbed the mop. She swung it left and right, splashing more water than she soaked up. The floor quickly turned into a slippery mess. Meanwhile, Mama Monkey was trying to sweep in the other room, but all she heard was the sound of tiny feet racing and the soft “thump!” of another accident.
Next, Lyly noticed a pile of laundry. Wanting to be helpful, she dragged the entire basket outside, scattering socks and shirts across the yard. “Air dry!” she said proudly, tossing her dad’s favorite shirt into the tree.
By the time Mama returned, the house looked worse than before. She stood in the doorway, mouth open, eyes wide. Lyly held up the cloth with a big grin and chirped, “All clean, Mama!”
Mama Monkey sighed, then laughed. “You made a mess,” she said, picking Lyly up, “but your heart was in the right place.”
And together, laughing and cleaning, they finally got the house sparkling clean—this time with Mama leading and Lyly following just a little more carefully.
