Monkey Lyly had always been a playful little monkey, full of curiosity and mischief. On this sunny morning, while her mother was busy sweeping the porch, Lyly discovered a large blue bucket filled with clean water meant for washing clothes. Her eyes sparkled with excitement. Without a second thought, she dipped her tiny hands in and splashed the cool water with glee.
At first, it was innocent fun. She clapped the water with her palms, giggled at the tiny splashes, and even tried to scoop it into her mouth. But soon, the water started flying everywhere—onto the floor, the walls, and all over her little fur body. Then came the real chaos: Lyly tipped the bucket over!
Water poured across the porch like a mini tidal wave. The laundry pile got soaked, and a small stream made its way to her mother’s freshly planted flower bed. Lyly froze, realizing her fun might come with consequences. She tried to clean up by dragging a towel around, but only made things worse, leaving wet streaks across everything.
Suddenly, she heard her mother’s footsteps. Uh-oh.
Her mother stopped in her tracks, eyes wide at the mess. Lyly stood still with big, guilty eyes, dripping wet and clutching the empty bucket.
“Lyly!” her mother gasped. “What happened here?”
Lyly hesitated, then slowly pointed to herself and gave a soft little squeak. Her mother sighed, clearly frustrated, but after a moment, she knelt down and gently wiped Lyly’s wet face.
“You know better than this,” she said. “Water is for cleaning, not for swimming.”
Lyly nodded, ashamed, but then leaned in for a hug. Her mother shook her head with a small smile. “Alright, let’s clean this together.”
And just like that, Lyly learned her lesson—not without a bit of trouble, but with love, patience, and a mop.
