𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆!

      A red-head monkey in a green hat takes the prepared cookies out of the oven. He places the tray of cookies on a large, round table. A long-tailed, foal-like humanoid, smaller in stature than a weirdo, comes into the kitchen. — Hello, Wander. — Hello, Syl. — Wow, what is this? — the foal pays attention to the cookies on the tray. — Silly, these are cookies. It's very tasty. — the young cowboy answers her. — They smell so good. Can I try? — Sylvia stretches out her little blue hand to the tray, but Wander picks up the tray first and doesn’t give it to her. — Sorry, Syl, but you can't have cookies! — Why not? — Sylvia doesn’t understand. — Cookies for children and humanoids older than you. It's too early for you to have this. — explains Wander. The weirdo takes the tray with cookies to the bedside table for cutting vegetables, and the horse follows him. — O-oh. Waiting for me to grow up is so long and boring. Yes, by the time I grow up, I will have time to grow old. — Sylvia was indignant with a sour expression. — I want to try the cookies now. Please, Wander! — I can not! You know, you are still too small for such a dish. — while he calmly continued to explain to her. — Well, Wander! Well, I beg you! — What kind of stupid child is this? How can I dissuade her? — Wander muttered in a whisper about Sylvia to himself. — Wander, you don’t want to offend me, do you? — asked Sylvia. — Syl, I’ll explain it to you again. You're still little. It's still early for you. — The weirdo tried to control himself. — Just one! — Sylvia stubbornly asked. In the end, Wander could not stand it and, slamming his fists on the table, shouted: — SYLVIA!!! The young horse was frightened that her older brother was yelling at her, tears covered her eyes and began to sob. The red monkey immediately cooled down when he saw that his little sister was crying almost in full force. He kneels down, hugs her and calmly says: — Okay, okay, Syl, forgive me! I did not mean that. Understand me! You’re just teething, but you have to bite the cookies in order to eat them. Your teeth are not yet fully strengthened. That's why you can't have cookies yet. You need time for your teeth to get stronger and only then will you be able to eat and bite anything. Just wait a year or two and then I’ll treat you to a whole mountain of cookies that you won’t be able to get enough of. — I promise I’ll wait until I’m older.” If only you’ll give me one to try at least today! — Sylvia says smiling. — Syl, I told you everything clearly. — he almost shouted again and turned away. — But, Wander! — she again changed her face to a sour expression. — I told you no, that means no. — the weirdo answers the horse. — F(Censored) the answer! — said some idiot with a microphone who suddenly appeared outside the window. Wander took out a pistol and shot him in the head, killing him. — I promise you. I won't do much. Just one cookie and that's it. I can at least wait until I’m old for the next one. — Sylvia continued to stubbornly beg Wander. — If I said no, it means no, and not a f(Censored) the answer. Do you hear? NO!!! — he reprimanded her rudely and crossed his arms over his chest. The foal then grabbed his legs and with tears in her eyes again begged: — Ple-e-e-e-e-e-ea-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ase! He could no longer watch her continue to stubbornly beg with tears and enlarged huge pupils in her eyes, like watermelons. Sighing heavily, he felt sorry for the poor fellow. — Fine, stubborn silly pony, You persuaded me. Well, only one and only today. You'll just have to wait until the next one! — he said a little sternly, took one cookie from the tray and handed it to Sylvia. The latter jumped up out of place with joy, hugs her older brother and says: — Thank you, Wander. I love you, brother. — she tells him and runs to her room with the cookies. With a smile on his face, watching his sister go, he thinks out loud: — Well, the children went today!