The house was quiet, the lights dimmed, and everyone was fast asleep—everyone except little Lala. With the moonlight spilling softly through the window, she stirred awake, her tiny tummy rumbling louder than the silence around her. At first, she curled up and tried to fall back asleep, but the hunger just wouldn’t go away. Finally, Lala stretched, yawned, and tiptoed out of her cozy spot, determined to find something to eat.
Her little paws padded softly against the floor as she made her way toward the kitchen. With curious eyes and twitching ears, she sniffed the air, hoping for even the faintest smell of food. The fridge stood tall before her, gleaming like a magical treasure chest. Lala pawed at it, tilting her head as if it might open on its own. When that didn’t work, she let out a tiny squeak, almost as if calling out, “Mom, are you awake? I’m starving!”
She wandered over to her food bowl, only to find it completely empty. Her big eyes looked up with a mix of disappointment and determination. She pawed at the bowl, pushing it across the floor, the sound echoing softly through the night. That was her signal—her way of letting everyone know that she wasn’t giving up so easily.
Before long, her little noises woke Mom. Half-asleep but smiling, Mom shuffled into the kitchen to see Lala sitting proudly by her bowl, tail flicking and eyes sparkling with hope. “Oh, Lala,” Mom laughed softly, “you really couldn’t wait until morning, could you?”
Mom poured a small portion into the bowl, and Lala immediately dove in with joy, munching happily as though it were the best meal she’d ever had. Her hunger finally satisfied, she stretched again, licked her paws, and curled up against Mom’s feet, purring softly.
With her tummy full and her heart content, Lala drifted back to sleep, dreaming sweet dreams—already looking forward to her next meal.
