To keep the food safe from the child,the mother put it on the high self..
The child pouted..
He did not like anything except the source,creamy butter that his mother made..
It was not like there was dark dense chocolate for him to enjoy..
He could not drink milk from his mother,his mother was in pain .
And kept the butter he loved up in the self..
Pulling the little wooden table,with three legs,
He somehow climbed on top of it,to reach the earthen pot of butter..
But alas..
To curb his hunger,inside was too little of butter,
And he sat,wondering what to eat,while his lips pouted..
And the marks left by butter stayed,to tell his mother about the theft .
