It was a quiet night in the jungle, and the stars twinkled brightly above the treetops. The family had gone to bed early, enjoying the peaceful sounds of the forest. But somewhere in the middle of the night, little Bibi stirred in his bed. His tummy gave a loud growl, waking him up completely.
“Oh no, I’m so hungry!” Bibi whispered, rubbing his belly. He thought about the warm, fluffy rice Dad always made and how it would fill him up perfectly.
He tiptoed to Dad’s room, peeking in to find Dad snoring softly, bundled up in his blanket. Bibi hesitated for a moment but then decided his hunger couldn’t wait. He gently shook Dad’s shoulder.
“Dad… Dad, wake up!” Bibi whispered urgently.
Dad slowly opened one eye, still half-asleep. “Hmm? What is it, Bibi? It’s the middle of the night.”
“I’m hungry, Dad,” Bibi said, his voice small but insistent. “Can you cook some rice for me, please?”
Dad yawned and sat up, rubbing his eyes. “Hungry, huh? Alright, let’s get you some rice,” he said with a smile, knowing Bibi wouldn’t go back to sleep otherwise.
They made their way to the kitchen, where Dad lit the small stove. He measured out a cup of rice and rinsed it thoroughly while Bibi watched eagerly. “What can I do to help, Dad?” Bibi asked.
“Well, you can wash your bowl and spoon while the rice cooks,” Dad suggested.
Bibi nodded enthusiastically and went to work, scrubbing his little bowl and spoon until they sparkled. By the time he finished, the kitchen was filled with the comforting aroma of freshly cooked rice.
Dad fluffed the rice and served a warm bowl for Bibi, adding a sprinkle of sesame seeds on top for extra flavor. “Here you go, Bibi. Nice and warm, just the way you like it.”
Bibi’s face lit up as he took the bowl. “Thank you, Dad!” he said, eagerly digging in. The first bite was soft and fluffy, just as he’d imagined, and it instantly made him feel better.
As Bibi ate, Dad poured himself a cup of warm tea and sat beside him. “Feeling better now?” he asked.
Bibi nodded, his cheeks full of rice. “Much better! You always make the best rice, Dad.”
Dad chuckled. “I’m glad you think so. But next time, let’s try to eat a big dinner so you won’t wake up hungry, okay?”
“Okay, Dad,” Bibi agreed, finishing the last bite of his rice.
Once his tummy was full, Bibi felt sleepy again. He gave Dad a big hug. “Thanks for taking care of me, Dad. You’re the best!”
“You’re welcome, Bibi,” Dad said, tucking him back into bed. “Now get some rest. Sweet dreams.”
Bibi closed his eyes with a contented sigh, drifting off to sleep with a happy and full belly.
