The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the dusty path as Monkey Lyly and the cameraman walked toward the old house on the hill. It was a place filled with memories—some sweet, some a little frightening. Lyly had always been brave, but today, something unusual made her heart pound faster.
As they neared the cracked wooden gate, Lyly suddenly froze. Her big round eyes widened, and her tiny hands trembled slightly. There, emerging slowly from behind the corner of the old wall, was a yellow dog. Its fur was unkempt, its tail wagging gently, but to Lyly, it looked mysterious and unfamiliar. Without a second thought, she leapt into the cameraman’s arms and held on tightly, wrapping her arms around his neck.
The cameraman chuckled softly, patting her back. “Don’t worry, Lyly. He’s just a friendly dog.” But Lyly wasn’t so sure. She peeked over his shoulder, her little face half-hidden, eyes fixed on the dog’s every move. The dog sniffed the ground, wagging its tail as if curious about the visitors.
After a few moments, the cameraman took a step forward, still holding Lyly close. “See? He’s not scary,” he said gently. The yellow dog let out a small bark—not threatening, just cheerful. Lyly flinched, then peeked again, her curiosity slowly replacing her fear. The cameraman lowered her to the ground carefully.
At first, she clung to his leg. But as the dog approached and wagged his tail again, Lyly’s expression softened. The cameraman smiled, handing her a small biscuit. “Go on, Lyly. Try giving it to him.”
With trembling hands, she stretched the biscuit toward the dog. To her surprise, the dog licked her fingers gently before eating it. Lyly’s face lit up with delight.
Moments later, she was giggling, patting the dog’s head, her earlier fear forgotten. The cameraman laughed too, capturing the beautiful moment—Monkey Lyly, brave once more, making a new friend at the old house.
Monkey Lyly held on tightly to the cameraman when she saw the yellow dog appear at the old house
The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the dusty path as Monkey Lyly and the cameraman walked toward the old house on the hill. It was a place filled with memories—some sweet, some a little frightening. Lyly had always been brave, but today, something unusual made her heart pound faster.
As they neared the cracked wooden gate, Lyly suddenly froze. Her big round eyes widened, and her tiny hands trembled slightly. There, emerging slowly from behind the corner of the old wall, was a yellow dog. Its fur was unkempt, its tail wagging gently, but to Lyly, it looked mysterious and unfamiliar. Without a second thought, she leapt into the cameraman’s arms and held on tightly, wrapping her arms around his neck.
The cameraman chuckled softly, patting her back. “Don’t worry, Lyly. He’s just a friendly dog.” But Lyly wasn’t so sure. She peeked over his shoulder, her little face half-hidden, eyes fixed on the dog’s every move. The dog sniffed the ground, wagging its tail as if curious about the visitors.
After a few moments, the cameraman took a step forward, still holding Lyly close. “See? He’s not scary,” he said gently. The yellow dog let out a small bark—not threatening, just cheerful. Lyly flinched, then peeked again, her curiosity slowly replacing her fear. The cameraman lowered her to the ground carefully.
At first, she clung to his leg. But as the dog approached and wagged his tail again, Lyly’s expression softened. The cameraman smiled, handing her a small biscuit. “Go on, Lyly. Try giving it to him.”
With trembling hands, she stretched the biscuit toward the dog. To her surprise, the dog licked her fingers gently before eating it. Lyly’s face lit up with delight.
Moments later, she was giggling, patting the dog’s head, her earlier fear forgotten. The cameraman laughed too, capturing the beautiful moment—Monkey Lyly, brave once more, making a new friend at the old house.
