Monkey Lyly was usually a playful and curious little girl, always jumping around the house, discovering new adventures in every corner. But this time… her curiosity had led to trouble. While enjoying a juicy mango she had secretly taken from the kitchen, Lyly slipped and dropped the sticky fruit right onto the clean, bright carpet. Mango pieces squished beneath her feet and sticky juice splattered everywhere. Her eyes widened—uh oh.
Lyly froze, panic filling her tiny chest. Mom loved that carpet. It was the softest spot in the living room where everyone liked to relax. Lyly tried wiping the mess with her hands, but that only made the stain bigger. Now both the mango and her little fingers left orange streaks across the white fabric.
She looked around nervously, trying to think of a way to disappear. But before she could sneak away, Mom walked in.
Her mother stopped, eyes fixed on the mess, a deep sigh escaping her lips. Lyly’s heart dropped. Tears welled up as she stepped forward slowly, ears drooping, tail curling around her ankle. She placed a tiny hand on her chest and whispered shakily, “Mom… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. I made a big mess.”
For a moment, Mom stayed quiet. Lyly squeezed her eyes shut, ready for anger… but instead, she felt warm arms gently scoop her up.
“It’s okay, sweetheart,” Mom said softly. “Accidents happen. I’m glad you told the truth.”
Lyly peeked up in surprise. Mom gave her a comforting kiss on the forehead and handed her a gentle smile. “Next time, let’s eat fruit at the table, alright?”
Lyly nodded eagerly, relieved tears turning into sniffly giggles. Together, they cleaned the carpet—Lyly wiping carefully while Mom helped with the tougher spots. They even turned it into a fun game, pretending to chase away the “mango monsters.”
When they finished, Mom rewarded Lyly with a fresh slice of mango—this time on a proper plate. Lyly snuggled close, grateful and happy.
She realized something important: admitting mistakes could be scary, but love and honesty always made things better.
