It was a quiet morning in the small village home, and Nana, the mischievous little monkey, was as energetic as ever. However, today was different—she wasn’t feeling her best. Her dad, Mr. Sam, noticed her sniffles and decided it was time to give her some medicine.
“Nana, come here, sweetheart,” Sam called softly, holding a small spoon filled with syrupy medicine. Nana’s sharp eyes caught sight of the spoon, and immediately, she knew what was coming. Her playful nature turned into rebellion.
With a loud squeak, Nana darted across the room, her tiny feet scrambling over cushions and furniture. “Nana, it’s just medicine. It’ll make you feel better!” Sam coaxed, trying to keep his voice calm. But Nana wasn’t convinced. She glanced back at her dad and saw him slowly approaching, the medicine still in hand.
In an instant, Nana bolted toward the open door, her little tail flicking with determination. Sam sighed but couldn’t help smiling at her antics. “Alright, Nana, if you want to play this game, let’s play.”
The chase began, with Nana weaving through the garden, climbing low branches, and even hiding behind potted plants. Sam followed, careful not to startle her too much. “Nana, it’s just a spoonful! You’ll feel so much better afterward,” he tried reasoning, though he knew she couldn’t understand all his words.
Finally, Nana made the mistake of climbing onto a tree with no easy escape. Sam approached slowly, holding a ripe banana in his other hand. “Look, Nana, your favorite! Just one little sip, and then you can have this.”
Nana hesitated, her big eyes switching between the banana and the dreaded medicine. Reluctantly, she climbed down and took the banana. As she nibbled on it, Sam gently administered the medicine, quick and smooth.
“There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Sam chuckled, wiping her tiny mouth. Nana gave a little pout but stayed close to her dad, sensing his care.
By the afternoon, Nana was already feeling better, her energy returning as she played with her toys. Though she didn’t love the medicine, she understood that her dad always had her best interests at heart. And while she might try to escape next time, deep down, she knew she was in good hands.
