It was a quiet afternoon, and the sun beamed gently through the windows. Mom had just settled down for a much-needed nap. The house was calm—except for one little troublemaker: Lyly, the naughty monkey.
Lyly was supposed to be resting too. Her little bed was full of soft pillows and cuddly toys. But naps weren’t her thing. The moment Mom closed her eyes, Lyly tiptoed out of her room and began her mischief.
First, she stacked pillows into a mountain and leapt from the top with a wild giggle. Then she found a wooden spoon and banged it against a pan like it was a drum. CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! The sound echoed through the house.
“Shhh, Lyly!” whispered Mia, Lyly’s best friend, peeking from behind the door. “Mom’s sleeping!”
But Lyly only laughed and tossed a banana peel into the air like a confetti celebration.
Then came the loudest sound of all—CRASH! Lyly had climbed up on the table to dance and knocked over a vase of flowers. Water spilled, petals flew, and the vase rolled under the couch.
Mom sat up in bed with a startled gasp. “What on earth—?”
Mia groaned. “I told you, Lyly! Now you’ve woken Mom!”
She ran to the bedroom door, knocking frantically. “Mom! Open the door for me! Naughty monkey Lyly won’t take a nap and now she’s made a mess!”
Mom opened the door slowly, her hair tousled and eyes still half-asleep. She looked at Mia, then at Lyly hanging from the curtain rod with an innocent grin.
“Oh, Lyly,” Mom sighed, trying not to smile. “Why is nap time always playtime with you?”
Mia shook her head. “She’s too silly. Maybe next time we should nap with one eye open.”
Mom chuckled and scooped Lyly into her arms. “Come on, little monkey. Time for a cuddle and a real nap. No more jungle adventures today.”
Lyly yawned and snuggled in, finally ready to rest—at least for a little while.
