Monkey Lyly was always up to something. She had a curious nature and a mischievous sparkle in her eyes that made it almost impossible for her to resist temptation. That afternoon, while her mother was busy tidying up the house, Lyly spotted a colorful wrapper sticking out from the corner of a bag on the table. Candy! Sweet, shiny, irresistible candy.
She glanced around, making sure her mother wasn’t watching, then quietly tiptoed over. With her tiny hands, she tugged the candy free and scurried into the corner of the room. Lyly unwrapped it as silently as she could, though the crinkling sound of the wrapper gave her away just a little. She stuffed the candy into her mouth, the sweetness making her eyes widen with delight.
But there was one big problem—Lyly was not the neatest eater. A sticky trail of crumbs, melted sugar, and bits of the wrapper ended up scattered across the floor. She licked her fingers quickly, trying to erase the evidence, but the mess only spread further. Her little paws left sticky marks everywhere she touched.
When her mother walked back into the room, the first thing she saw was the mess on the floor. Candy wrappers, sugar stains, and Lyly sitting there with a suspiciously guilty look on her face. Her cheeks puffed out like she was hiding something, but the chocolate smudge around her mouth told the truth.
“Lyly…” her mother said in a firm but gentle voice. “Did you eat candy without asking?”
Lyly froze for a second, then let out a nervous little squeak, her eyes wide with pretend innocence. But it was no use—her mother already knew.
Instead of scolding her harshly, her mother sighed and cleaned her up, explaining why sneaking candy wasn’t a good idea. Lyly listened, but deep down, she was already planning her next mischievous adventure.
Because for Monkey Lyly, curiosity—and candy—were just too hard to resist.Monkey Lyly was always up to something. She had a curious nature and a mischievous sparkle in her eyes that made it almost impossible for her to resist temptation. That afternoon, while her mother was busy tidying up the house, Lyly spotted a colorful wrapper sticking out from the corner of a bag on the table. Candy! Sweet, shiny, irresistible candy.
She glanced around, making sure her mother wasn’t watching, then quietly tiptoed over. With her tiny hands, she tugged the candy free and scurried into the corner of the room. Lyly unwrapped it as silently as she could, though the crinkling sound of the wrapper gave her away just a little. She stuffed the candy into her mouth, the sweetness making her eyes widen with delight.
But there was one big problem—Lyly was not the neatest eater. A sticky trail of crumbs, melted sugar, and bits of the wrapper ended up scattered across the floor. She licked her fingers quickly, trying to erase the evidence, but the mess only spread further. Her little paws left sticky marks everywhere she touched.
When her mother walked back into the room, the first thing she saw was the mess on the floor. Candy wrappers, sugar stains, and Lyly sitting there with a suspiciously guilty look on her face. Her cheeks puffed out like she was hiding something, but the chocolate smudge around her mouth told the truth.
“Lyly…” her mother said in a firm but gentle voice. “Did you eat candy without asking?”
Lyly froze for a second, then let out a nervous little squeak, her eyes wide with pretend innocence. But it was no use—her mother already knew.
Instead of scolding her harshly, her mother sighed and cleaned her up, explaining why sneaking candy wasn’t a good idea. Lyly listened, but deep down, she was already planning her next mischievous adventure.
Because for Monkey Lyly, curiosity—and candy—were just too hard to resist.
