In the little village of Sunmoon, there lived a boy named Coyam. Coyam was 14 years old, full of energy, and believed he knew everything. “I don’t need anyone to teach me,” Coyam would say with a smile and beating his chest. “I know it all.” With time, he became known as ”the boy that knows it all” in the village.
Tillys Lemonade Stand
One bright morning, Coyam’s best friend, Tilly, invited him over. “Coyam, come and see the lemonade stand I built with my brother!” she said.
Tilly and her brother came from a poor family, and times had been tough for them. Their uncle had given them a little bit of money to help out. “Use this wisely,” he had said. “Maybe you can start something small to earn more.”
So, with his encouragement, they decided to build a lemonade stand by the main street in front of their house behind the gutter. They spent days gathering materials, painting a bright yellow sign, and making lemonade from fresh lemons. “We’re going to sell it and use the money to help our family,” Tilly explained proudly.
When the stand was finally finished, it became the talk of the town. Everyone in Sunmoon was curious and excited to see Tilly’s lemonade stand. “Have you seen it yet?” the neighbors whispered to each other. “It’s the cutest stand, and the lemonade smells amazing!”
Coyam dashed over, eager to see the stand that everyone was buzzing about. It stood tall, decorated with lemon slices and cups, and had a cheerful sign that read Tilly’s Lemonade—Fresh and Sweet.
The stand was already busy with customers when Coyam arrived. At that moment, one of Tilly’s regular customers, Drinka, was next in line to be served. “Tilly, I’ll help you!” Coyam offered, full of excitement.
“Coyam, you can pour the lemonade,” Tilly said. “But pour it slowly so it doesn’t spill.”
“Slowly?” Coyam scoffed. “I know what I’m doing. I’ve poured lemonade a hundred times!”
Without listening, Coyam grabbed the lemonade jar and tipped it fast. The lemonade splashed everywhere on the table, on the ground, and even on Drinka’s shoes.
“Coyam, what have you done!” Tilly cried. “Now we don’t have enough to sell!”
“It’s just lemonade,” Coyam said, brushing off his errors arrogantly. “I know what I’m doing, so take your time.”
Lessons Learned the Hard Way
Later that day, Coyam went to visit his Grandpa Joe. Grandpa Joe was fixing his old clock. “Grandpa, can I help you?” Coyam asked, eager to show what he could do.
“Sure, Coyam,” Grandpa said. “Can you hand me the tiny screwdriver? I’ll show you how to open the clock gently.”
“Gently? I don’t need to be shown,” Coyam said confidently. “I know am doing.” He grabbed the screwdriver and started twisting. But instead of opening the clock, he scratched the shiny surface and jammed the screws.
“Coyam,” Grandpa Joe said with a sigh. “You’re rushing again.” “It’s just a clock,” Coyam said. “I know it all.”
The next day, the village had its big kite-flying contest. Coyam was determined to build the best kite ever. He stayed up all night tying sticks together and gluing colorful paper.
“Do you want to check the instructions?” his little sister Lucy asked. “No way!” Coyam said, waving her off. “I know how to build a kite. Trust me!”
When it was time for the contest, Coyam proudly held up his giant kite. It had stripes, stars, and a long tail. But as soon as he tossed it into the air, the wind pulled hard. The kite spun, twisted, and crash—snapped in half!
Everyone in the crowd gasped. Coyam’s face turned red. He wanted to disappear.
“I guess I don’t know it all,” Coyam said to himself . “I should have listened.”
Tilly and Grandpa Joe came over. “It’s okay, Coyam,” Tilly said kindly. “We all make mistakes. The trick is learning from them and asking for help when you need it.”
“And this time,” Grandpa Joe said with a smile, “let me show you how it’s done.”
With their help, Coyam built a smaller, sturdier kite. He listened carefully, followed the instructions, and worked slowly. When he ran with it, the kite soared higher than any other. “Look at it fly!” Coyam shouted, laughing.
From that day on, Coyam didn’t mind asking for help. He realized that knowing it all wasn’t as important as being willing to learn and grow.
And guess what? Coyam’s experience became a living example for all the children around the town. Parents now insisted on teaching their children the right way, understanding that a child who thinks they know it all might just bring disgrace not only to themselves but to their parents too.