“Mommy, can I have a piece of chocolate?” asks a little boy.
“I’m making coconut rice. Go ask your mother,” she replies.
“Mommy, can I have a piece of chocolate?” asks the little boy.
“I’m fishing. Go ask your mother,” she exclaims cheerfully.
“Mommy, can I have a piece of chocolate?” asks the little boy.
“I’m cleaning the tools. Go ask your mother,” she says.
“Mommy, can I have a piece of chocolate?” asks the little boy.
“I’m watching T.V. Go ask your mother.” She replies.
“Mommy, can I have a piece of chocolate?” asks the little boy.
“Sleeping… Or trying to sleep. Go ask your mother.” She grunts groggily.
“Mommy, can I have a piece of chocolate?” asks the little boy.
“I’m swimming. Go ask your mother.” She replies.
“Mommy, can I have a piece of chocolate?” asks the little boy.
“I’m collecting the crab traps. Go ask your mother.” She says.
“Mommy, can I have a piece of chocolate?” asks the little boy
“Sure,” she replies, as she hands him a piece of chocolate off the shelf.
So the little boy runs off, all of his village mothers staring after him and the chocolate in his hand.
