Monkey Lyly was sprawled comfortably on the sofa, her eyes glued to the bright screen. It was her favorite cartoon playing, and she was completely lost in the colorful world of bouncing characters and cheerful songs. Her tiny hands clutched a snack while her tail flicked happily against the cushion.
Just then, the cameraman, who had been filming Lyly’s daily adventures, reached for the remote. With a casual click, the screen went dark.
The sudden silence shocked Lyly. She blinked, staring at the blank television, then slowly turned her head toward him. Her round eyes narrowed, and her lips pushed into a pout. The cameraman chuckled nervously, but Lyly was not amused.
She crossed her little arms tightly, huffed, and turned away dramatically. Her body language screamed: “How dare you?!” The cameraman tried to distract her with a toy, then with a banana, but Lyly refused everything. She sat in the corner, sulking, occasionally glancing back at him with a glare that said she had not forgiven him yet.
Minutes passed, and the tension in the room only grew funnier. Finally, the cameraman sighed and turned the TV back on. The familiar music returned, and Lyly’s ears perked up. At first, she pretended not to care, keeping her pout strong. But her eyes betrayed her, sneaking back to the glowing screen.
Within moments, her sulky act melted away. She giggled, clapped her hands, and hopped back onto the sofa as if nothing had happened. The cameraman shook his head with a smile, realizing he had been forgiven—though only because the cartoons were back.
The ending? Lyly leaned over, snatched the remote, and hugged it tightly against her chest. With a cheeky grin, she made her point loud and clear: next time, no one touches the TV without her permission.
