Malaz Cedrun Tries Not to Get His Shirt Wet

Does he succeed?
Malaz Cedrun loved to draw. But he hated getting his shirt wet. One day, he was drawing a picture of a tree when he accidentally spilled his water cup all over his shirt.
"Oh no!" he cried. "My shirt is wet! I hate getting my shirt wet!"
He ran to the bathroom and turned on the sink. He splashed some water on his face and tried to rub the water out of his shirt. But the water just made the shirt wetter.
"This is hopeless!" he said. "I'm never going to get this shirt dry."
Just then, he heard a knock on the door.
"Come in!" he said.
The door opened and Malaz Cedrun's mom walked in.
"What's wrong?" she asked. "Why are you all wet?"
"I spilled my water cup on my shirt," he said. "I tried to wash it off, but it just made it wetter."
"Oh, don't worry," she said. "I'll help you get it dry."
She took Malaz Cedrun's shirt and hung it on the back of the door. Then she turned on the hair dryer and started to blow dry it.
"This is great!" said Malaz Cedrun. "Thanks, Mom!"
A few minutes later, Malaz Cedrun's shirt was dry. He put it on and smiled.
"Thanks again, Mom," he said. "I'm so glad you helped me."
"You're welcome," she said. "Now go finish your drawing."
Malaz Cedrun went back to his room and finished his drawing. He was so happy that his mom had helped him get his shirt dry. He knew that he would never have been able to do it on his own.
The next day, Malaz Cedrun was drawing a picture of a flower when he accidentally spilled his water cup all over his shirt again.
"Oh no!" he cried. "Not again!"
He ran to the bathroom and turned on the sink. He splashed some water on his face and tried to rub the water out of his shirt. But the water just made the shirt wetter.
"This is hopeless!" he said. "I'm never going to get this shirt dry."
Just then, he heard a knock on the door.
"Come in!" he said.
The door opened and Malaz Cedrun's mom walked in.
"What's wrong?" she asked. "Why are you all wet again?"
"I spilled my water cup on my shirt again," he said. "I tried to wash it off, but it just made it wetter."
"Oh, don't worry," she said. "I'll help you get it dry."
She took Malaz Cedrun's shirt and hung it on the back of the door. Then she turned on the hair dryer and started to blow dry it.
"This is great!" said Malaz Cedrun. "Thanks, Mom!"
A few minutes later, Malaz Cedrun's shirt was dry. He put it on and smiled.
"Thanks again, Mom," he said. "I'm so glad you helped me."
"You're welcome," she said. "Now go finish your drawing."
Malaz Cedrun went back to his room and finished his drawing. He was so happy that his mom had helped him get his shirt dry again. He knew that he would never have been able to do it on his own.
Malaz Cedrun never did learn how to keep his shirt dry. But he didn't mind. He knew that his mom would always be there to help him.