Monkey Lyly was a small, curious little monkey who loved many things—playing in the trees, chasing butterflies, and especially drinking warm, sweet milk from her favorite coconut shell cup. Every morning, her mother would gently wake her, brush her soft fur, and hand her the cup filled with fresh milk. Lyly would sip it slowly, smiling as the creamy taste filled her mouth. It was her favorite part of the day.
One morning, things were different. Her mother told her, “Lyly, I have to go to the far side of the forest today. I’ll be back before sunset. Be good and stay with Auntie Momo.” Lyly nodded, trying to be brave, but as soon as her mother disappeared into the trees, she began to worry.
She went to the usual spot under the banana tree and looked for her milk cup. But it was empty. “Auntie Momo,” Lyly asked, “where’s my milk?”
Auntie Momo smiled kindly. “Oh dear, your mother didn’t leave any milk today. She must have forgotten in a hurry. Would you like a banana instead?”
Lyly frowned. “No, thank you. I want my milk.”
She sat on a rock and crossed her arms, watching the other monkeys play. Nothing felt fun without her milk. The taste, the comfort—it reminded her of her mother’s warm hugs. Now, everything just felt empty. She sighed and poked at the dirt with a stick, feeling lonely and forgotten.
As the sun dipped low in the sky, Lyly saw a familiar figure swinging through the trees. Her mother had returned! In her hands was a fresh coconut shell filled with milk.
“I didn’t forget,” her mother said, smiling. “I just had to get the freshest milk for you.”
Lyly’s eyes lit up. She took the cup and drank it all in one big gulp. Warm, sweet, and perfect.
With her belly full and her heart happy, Lyly hugged her mother tightly. The day hadn’t been easy, but now everything felt just right again.
