In the quiet afternoon, Dad called out to Minea, hoping to coax her back into the house for her snack. But Minea, the mischievous little monkey, had other plans. She darted away, her small legs moving swiftly across the yard. “Minea, come back!” Dad called, but she only looked over her shoulder with a cheeky glint in her eye.
Instead of running straight, Minea stopped midway and began doing something utterly unexpected. She crouched slightly, then stood upright on her two legs, swaying side to side in a playful dance. Her tiny hands flailed in the air, almost as if she was trying to mimic a grown-up scolding someone.
Dad couldn’t help but chuckle, though he tried to keep a stern face. “Minea, what are you doing? Come here!” he said, stepping closer. But Minea wasn’t done with her performance. She puffed up her chest dramatically and pointed toward the sky, as if declaring herself the queen of the yard.
The neighbors, peeking through their windows, laughed at the unexpected show. Finally, Minea dropped to all fours and scurried behind a bush, peeking out to check if Dad was still following her.
With a resigned sigh, Dad walked over, holding her favorite treat in his hand. “Alright, you little drama queen, let’s make a deal. Come here and you’ll get this,” he said, waving the treat.
Minea’s eyes lit up, and she pranced out from her hiding spot, grabbing the treat with both hands. She chattered happily, climbing onto Dad’s shoulder as if nothing had happened.
For Dad, it was just another day of Minea’s unpredictable antics, her playful gestures always finding a way to brighten his day despite the chaos.
