The morning sun rose gently over the little garden, filling the air with warmth and the sweet smell of fresh earth. Monkey Lyly rubbed her sleepy eyes but quickly perked up when she remembered what day it was. Today she was helping her mother pick vegetables from the garden, not for themselves, but for the hungry chickens waiting by the coop.
Her mother handed her a small woven basket. “Are you ready, Lyly?” she asked kindly. Lyly’s eyes lit up, and she nodded eagerly. Together, they walked down the rows of green plants, the leaves glistening with dew.
Lyly watched carefully as her mother knelt down and gently twisted a plump cucumber from the vine. “Like this,” her mother explained. Lyly mimicked her, tugging on a smaller cucumber until it came free. She held it up proudly, squeaking with joy.
They moved on to leafy greens, beans, and even a few carrots. Lyly was determined to do her part, even if the basket grew heavy in her little hands. Sometimes she struggled to balance the vegetables, but her mother smiled, encouraging her. “You’re doing wonderful, Lyly. The chickens will be so happy.”
When the basket was full, the two made their way to the coop. The chickens clucked excitedly, flapping their wings at the sight of the food. Lyly laughed, carefully handing out pieces of cucumber and tossing leafy greens onto the ground. The chickens pecked eagerly, their soft clucks sounding like little thank-yous.
Lyly’s heart swelled with pride. She wasn’t just playing—she was working hard alongside her mother to care for the animals that depended on them. The bond between them grew stronger with each shared task, each gentle lesson, and each moment of laughter.
By the end of the morning, Lyly was tired but happy, sitting beside her mother as they watched the chickens enjoy their meal. For Lyly, helping meant more than just picking vegetables—it meant learning responsibility, love, and the joy of giving.
