It was a peaceful afternoon in the house, the kind where everything feels just a little too quiet. That’s when Monkey Lyly made her move. Her curious nose twitched as she caught the scent of something delicious wafting from the kitchen. Her little belly rumbled, and she decided—it’s snack time!
With no one around, Lyly tiptoed into the kitchen, eyes wide with excitement. She opened every cabinet she could reach, sniffing and poking through drawers, tossing aside napkins and plastic spoons in her hunt for treasure. She found a bag of peanuts and squealed with joy, but that wasn’t enough. Oh no—she was on a mission!
Then came the moment of chaos.
As Lyly climbed the counter to get closer to a bowl of fruit on the shelf, her foot slipped. CRASH! Down went a pot lid, a bag of rice burst open, and suddenly the whole kitchen looked like a food explosion had hit. Lyly sat frozen for a second, wide-eyed and covered in flour, holding a banana in one hand like it was evidence.
Just then, Mama walked in.
She gasped at the sight: spilled flour, broken snacks, paw prints on the counter, and one very guilty-looking monkey frozen mid-bite. Lyly slowly peeled the banana and offered it with a nervous grin, as if to say, “Banana, Mama?”
Mama Monkey couldn’t help but laugh. She sighed, picked Lyly up, and wiped the flour off her cheeks. “You silly little rascal,” she said gently, “next time, just ask.”
After a big cleanup and a warm bowl of food made with love, Lyly learned her lesson—not just about sneaking snacks, but about patience, love, and the joy of sharing meals together.
And from that day forward, she always waited for Mama’s cooking… well, almost always. 😉🐒💕
