It was a breezy afternoon in the heart of the forest where Monkey Lyly lived with her mother. The air was filled with the sweet aroma of durian, a rare treat they had found during their morning adventure. Lyly’s mother had carefully placed the durian on a flat rock, planning to share it later.
Curious and mischievous as ever, Lyly eyed the spiky fruit with excitement. “Is it all for me, Mama?” she chirped, her tiny hands twitching with anticipation. Her mother, busy sorting through some leaves nearby, didn’t catch her question and simply nodded absentmindedly.
Taking this as a yes, Lyly gleefully scampered over to the durian. With determination, she pried it open, revealing the golden, creamy flesh inside. The scent was irresistible. Without a second thought, she began munching, her cheeks puffing as she savored every bite.
By the time her mother turned around, the durian was gone—every last morsel devoured by Lyly. Her face was a mess of sticky durian pulp, and her wide eyes gleamed with innocent delight. “Thank you, Mama! That was the best treat ever!” she exclaimed.
Her mother gasped, momentarily stunned. “Lyly! That durian was supposed to be for both of us!”
Realizing her mistake, Lyly froze, her ears drooping. “Oh no, Mama! I thought you said it was all mine!” she squeaked, her voice filled with guilt.
Seeing her little one’s regretful expression, her mother couldn’t stay upset. She burst into laughter, pulling Lyly into a hug. “It’s okay, sweetheart. Next time, we’ll share it together.”
Lyly smiled sheepishly, her tail wagging. “I promise, Mama. And next time, I’ll save you the biggest piece!”
They both laughed, the misunderstanding turning into a precious moment of love and learning in the forest.
