Poki had been eyeing the milk bowl all morning. The warm, creamy scent drifted through the air and made his little tummy rumble. He tried to be patient, sitting quietly and wagging his tail as he watched Pupu carry the milk across the room. Poki’s eyes sparkled with hope—surely Pupu would share.
But Pupu had other plans. She had worked hard to fetch that milk and felt it was her reward. She settled down with the bowl between her paws and began to lap it up with no intention of giving Poki even a sip. Poki took a step closer, his ears down and his nose twitching. He let out a soft, pleading whimper.
“No, Poki,” Pupu said with a firm shake of her head. “This is mine.”
Poki blinked in disbelief. He pawed at the ground, tilted his head, and gave Pupu his best puppy-eyed look. Still, Pupu remained stubborn. “You already had some earlier,” she reminded him. “You can wait.”
Poki huffed and flopped on the floor, his back turned to her in dramatic protest. But he kept sneaking glances over his shoulder, watching every sip she took. His little belly growled again, loudly this time.
After a few more moments, Pupu sighed. She looked at the bowl, then at Poki, then back at the bowl. Her heart softened. She remembered how Poki always shared his treats and how he let her nap on his favorite blanket. With a reluctant smile, she pushed the bowl a little closer to him.
“Okay, fine. Just a few sips,” she said.
Poki’s eyes lit up as he bounded over and happily began to drink beside her. The two siblings shared the milk peacefully, tails wagging in harmony. Maybe Pupu was stubborn, but deep down, she was also full of love.
In the end, milk always tastes better when shared.
