I got a lollipop. It was nice and it was yummy. Well it took me a while to find out what to do with it but than I realized it was nice thing to have. Ája envied me I could see that very clearly but there are no dog lollipops and I did not want her to lick mine.I took it with me outside to the garden and unfortunately it was now the best ever idea. When I tripped and fell my lollipop turned into sand stick. Daddy took it away from me and washed it for me. However it took him a while and therefore I did not have enough time to finish it outside. Soon mom called me home. Our mommy is like a hawk and immediately she saw plastic boxes I hadn’t put back in the drawer before we went outside. She ordered cleaning and I had to put all boxes back.
To have both hands for such demanding task free I decided to take a small box and put the rest of my lollipop into it. I placed the box on the higher place so to make sure Ája would not see it and went for cleaning. When I got back to pick my lollipop up I was really disappointed. It was gone!
All I was an empty box. I looked desperately at my mom who was cutting vegetables for dinner but she knew nothing of the case. The second suspect was Ája. Mom and I went to look at her at her bed in dinning room. She was there – curled like a ball of yarn with her nose pointing to the corner (she usually does this when she is sulky) and she was enjoying something. There was a short white stick sticking out of her mount. It was the same white stick which was on my lollipop too.
So the wrongdoer was discovered but unfortunately it was tool late and I didn’t manage to make mommy to give me another lollipop. Poor me! I was simply robbed by my own hairy sister!
