It was a quiet morning in the house, the kind of morning when everyone was still half asleep. But not Cubis! The mischievous little monkey had been wide awake for a while, tiptoeing around with a very specific goal in mind—Dad’s coffee! He’d watched Dad make it every day, fascinated by the smell, the steam, and the way Dad always looked so refreshed afterward. Today, Cubis decided he was going to try it for himself.
He crept out of bed, glancing around to make sure no one saw him. Luk, his sharp-eyed sibling, was still curled up under the blanket. “Perfect,” Cubis whispered with a sly grin. Quietly, he sneaked into the kitchen, dragging a stool to reach the counter. The coffee pot was still warm, and the rich aroma filled the air. “Just one little sip,” he said to himself. But one sip quickly turned into two… then three!
Just as Cubis was closing his eyes, enjoying the forbidden taste, a voice suddenly shouted, “Cubis! What are you doing?!” Startled, he nearly dropped the cup. There stood Luk, hands on hips and a smirk spreading across his face. “Caught you red-handed!” Luk laughed, pointing at Cubis’s coffee-covered mouth.
Panicking, Cubis tried to hide the cup behind his back, but it was too late. Luk couldn’t stop laughing. “You look like a tiny old man!” he teased. Cubis, embarrassed but trying to act cool, said, “I was just… making sure it’s safe for Dad!”
Their laughter echoed through the kitchen just as Dad walked in, eyebrows raised. “What’s going on here?” he asked, spotting the half-empty cup. Luk quickly blurted out, “Dad! Cubis tried your coffee!”
Dad chuckled, shaking his head. “No wonder you’re so hyper early in the morning!” Cubis scratched his head shyly while Luk kept giggling. From that day on, whenever Dad made coffee, he’d pour a tiny “monkey-safe” cup of warm milk for Cubis—just so he wouldn’t sneak around again. But everyone knew… the story of Cubis and the coffee would be laughed about for a long time!
