Monkey Lyly sat proudly on the floor, clutching the shiny hair clipper in her little hands like it was a treasure. Her mother called gently from across the room, “Lyly, sweetie, can I have the clipper now? Mommy needs to trim her hair.” But Lyly tilted her head and looked at the clipper with big, puzzled eyes. She didn’t move.
Why wouldn’t she give it up?
To Lyly, the buzzing sound the clipper made earlier had been both fascinating and scary. When her mom turned it on to test it, the sudden loud bzzzz had made Lyly jump three feet in the air and scramble under the table. She’d peeked out with wide eyes, unsure if the little machine was friend or foe. From that moment on, she was convinced this strange object could be dangerous.
Now holding it close, Lyly looked back and forth between the clipper and her mother. Her face was serious, like she was guarding everyone from danger. When her mom reached out, Lyly quickly hid the clipper behind her back and let out a soft whimper.
“Lyly, it won’t hurt you, I promise,” her mother said, trying not to laugh.
Still, Lyly shook her head. She sat down and stared at the clipper, occasionally poking it with one finger like it might come alive again. She didn’t understand how something so small and loud could be safe to use on someone’s head!
After a few minutes of patient coaxing, her mom gently took Lyly’s hand and turned the clipper on again—this time showing her how it worked, how it buzzed, and how it didn’t hurt anyone. Slowly, Lyly’s frown melted into curiosity.
Finally, with a sheepish grin, Lyly handed the clipper back. Her confusion had faded, and she was ready to help. “But only if I can help cut just a little!” she chirped.
Her mother laughed, relieved, and the haircut turned into a fun bonding moment between the two. Lyly had faced the scary buzzy clipper—and won.
