

Lily liked to polish her books. She had many books in her room. She liked to make them shiny and clean. She used a soft cloth and some water. She rubbed the cloth on the books gently.
One day, Lily went to the library with her mom. The library had many more books than her room. Lily wanted to polish them all. She took a cloth from her bag and started to polish a book on a shelf. But the librarian saw her and said, "No, no, no! You can't polish the books here. They are not yours. You have to be careful with them. Put the cloth away and use your eyes, not your hands."
Lily felt frustrated. She did not understand why she could not polish the books. She liked to polish books. She thought she was helping. She did not want to use her eyes. She wanted to use her hands. She started to cry.
Her mom heard her cry and came to her. She hugged her and said, "I'm sorry, Lily. I know you love books. But the library books are for everyone to share. You can't polish them because you might damage them or make them wet. You can look at them and read them, but you have to be gentle and respectful. Do you understand?"
Lily nodded. She wiped her tears and said, "I'm sorry, librarian. I won't polish the books anymore. Can I still read them?"
The librarian smiled and said, "Of course you can, Lily. You are a good reader. And you can polish your own books at home as much as you like. Just don't bring the cloth to the library again, okay?"
Lily agreed. She put the cloth back in her bag and picked a book to read. She was still a little frustrated, but she also felt curious and happy. She liked the library. She liked books. And she liked to polish them.
