Quarrel

Hello young readers, I am the heroine of these children’s books, and I am 8 years old! These stories are from my life and I have told them to my parents. My parents have created these books so that I can share my adventures with you. I hope you enjoy reading about my experiences as much as I enjoyed living them. Remember, just like me, you are special and can do amazing things. And always remember, your parents love you very much. With love and adventure, Yours Whyia

One sunny day, a little girl named Whyia, her mother, aunt, and cousin decided to go to the zoo.

“Mom! I can’t wait to see the wonderful sloths!” Whyia said enthusiastically.

While Whyia’s mom and aunt Laura were busy buying tickets for the zoo,

Whyia and her cousin Ethan decided to wait in a nearby park.

But there was one problem: Whyia and Ethan started to argue about which animal they should see first. Whyia wanted to see the sloths, while her cousin insisted on seeing the monkeys.

Ethan spotted a tree with branches low enough for him to climb. “Hey, Whyia, look at this!” he called out as he jumped up and grabbed a branch.

He began to climb the tree like a monkey with ease, imitating the agility and playfulness of monkeys. “Whyia, do you see how monkeys climb trees so fast? They’re amazing!” Ethan exclaimed as he swung from one branch to another. Whyia watched in admiration but wasn’t ready to give up on her love for sloths.

She pointed to a nearby bench with a beautiful painting of a sloth with a serene smile. “Ethan, come down and look at this,” she said. “Sloths may not be as fast as monkeys, but they have their own charm.” y , y charm.”

Whyia explained: “They are nice and kind. They can swim fantastically, and they can even move their heads to the opposite side of their necks!”

But it seemed like Ethan didn’t truly believe her. “Monkeys are way cooler than sloths,” he retorted.

“When they see themselves in a mirror, they understand it’s just a refl ection.” understand it’s just a refl ection.”

“Well, sloths can sit on a tree for fi ve days without getting off it, so they are cooler,” Whyia continued to argue.

Their mothers returned with the tickets and stepped in to resolve the situation. “Whyia, you need to say sorry to your cousin,” her mother said gently.

“And you, young man, should apologize to Whyia,” her aunt Laura added. But neither Whyia nor her cousin wanted to say sorry.

Seizing the turmoil, Whyia ran to the cage with the sloths and decided to turn into one. She said, “Look at me; here I stand! Not a girl, but a sloth instead!” and turned into an adorable little sloth!

“Hey, why did you turn into one of us?” one sloth asked, puzzled. “I had a fi ght with my cousin, and now I don’t know what to do,” Whyia explained.

The wise old sloth had been listening to their argument and proposed a solution. “We sloths don’t like to fi ght. We have a little gesture to show that we’re ready to move on.

We raise a little fi nger like this,” the wise sloth demonstrated, raising one of his claws. “It means, ‘I’m not saying sorry, but the problem is over.’”

Whyia thanked the sloths and said, “Look at me; here I stand. Not a sloth, but a girl instead!” and she transformed back into a little girl.

Whyia approached Ethan and explained the sloths’ advice. “You know, the sloths taught me a way to end a fi ght without saying sorry.

We can just raise our little finger like this,” she said, showing her little finger. Ethan hesitated for a moment, then smiled and raised his little finger too. They agreed to put their argument behind them and enjoy the rest of their day at the zoo.

Later, aunt Laura said, “Let’s go back to our place. We could buy some cake here, and drink tea together. Wait here, children.” It was a great idea. “I’d like a strawberry cake!” Ethan said to Whyia.

“But I want a chocolate one!” Whyia started to protest, but their moms were already coming back from the shop with the cake box.

What cake was in the box? they thought.

Whyia and Ethan looked into each other’s eyes and showed their little fi ngers to each other. They liked all cakes anyway!

In the end, the cake was not chocolate or strawberry… it was apple. Maybe it was for the best.