Little Pavpav watched intently as his sister, Linda, sat on a rock after her bath. Her fur was damp, and she kept shaking herself, trying to dry off. Pavpav had never seen her like this before! He tilted his head, his tiny eyes full of curiosity.
Slowly, he crept closer, his little fingers twitching with excitement. He reached out and poked Linda’s back. Was she still the same sister, or had the bath changed her?
Linda turned and gave him an annoyed look. “What are you doing?” she seemed to say with her sharp little squeak.
But Pavpav wasn’t done. He sniffed her fur, touched her wet ears, and even tried to lift her tail. Something about her smelled different—like soap! His nose wrinkled as he pulled back, shaking his head.
Linda, fed up with his investigation, swatted him lightly on the arm. Pavpav let out a surprised squeal, then giggled, realizing she was still the same Linda after all.
Not ready to stop playing, Pavpav suddenly grabbed her tail and gave it a tiny tug. Linda screeched, jumped up, and chased him around the rock, determined to teach him a lesson.
Their mother, watching from a distance, let out a sigh. Another day, another mischief-filled adventure.
