The skin on his elbow was scraped a little.
There was no blood.
But it was very red.
And it stung a little.
The child pouted.
He looked as if he were about to cry, but not quite.
He reached out and rubbed his reddened, slightly scraped elbow.
His face twisted into a grimace.
Ah!
As his racing heart gradually returned to normal, a sudden thought flashed through the child's mind.
Just now...
He'd seen the candy jar!
That's right!
The child abruptly got up from the bed.
When he'd jumped up just now...
Even though the situation had been urgent, his eyes had still caught sight of... the candy jar.
The candy jar was on top of the cabinet.
His guess had been right.
But...
The child looked at the tall cabinet, then glanced around.
How was he supposed to reach the candy jar on top of it?
He knew exactly where the candy jar was, but he couldn't get it...
It was so frustrating.
The frustration made the child forget the sting in his elbow. He tried hard to think...
What could he do...
To get the candy jar down from the cabinet...
And eat some candy...
Ah!
After racking his brains for a while, the child suddenly smacked himself on the head.
Idiot!
The child jumped off the bed.
He wasn't wearing shoes.
He ran straight out of the room.
Before long, the child came back to his parents' room carrying a little stool from his own room.
The child set the little stool on the floor.
Then he went and dragged over the stool in front of his mother's vanity.
Stacking the big stool and the little stool gave him enough height.
The child grinned happily.