It's unfair!

After a heavy rain, my dad put me on the table in the garden, and asked my mum to bring my blue brush.

“Oh, I love it. What a nice feeling! Thank you, Dad!”

However, after the brushing, I had to accept drippings.

Glancing at an injection, I ran up the stairs.

“Pippy, where are you going!? Hang on, hang on! Where are you? Ah, I’ve caught you, sweetie!” my mum took me up in her arms and went on: “No pain, no pain because we love you.”

What!? It doesn’t make sense. I cannot understand at all.

Drippings, whether I like it or not. It’s unfair!