Little Cubis, the playful and sometimes dramatic monkey, had always been full of energy and emotion. But no one expected what happened that sunny afternoon. After a small disagreement with Auntie over something that seemed minor—at least to the humans—Cubis threw a fit that surprised everyone. The reason? A banana.
Yes, that’s right. One banana. But not just any banana. It was the last ripe banana on the counter, and Cubis had been eyeing it all morning. When Auntie gave it to his younger cousin instead, Cubis felt betrayed. His little face scrunched up in frustration, and without a word, he grabbed his tiny backpack, stuffed it with his favorite blanket and toy, and marched straight out the door.
Everyone thought he’d cool off and come back quickly—but Cubis had other plans. He wandered into the yard, then down the garden path, mumbling monkey chatter under his breath. He stopped at his favorite tree and sat there, arms crossed, determined not to return until someone apologized for the injustice.
Hours passed. Birds chirped, the sun began to set, and Cubis’s stomach began to growl. He tried to act brave, but the outside world suddenly didn’t feel so fun anymore. The grass felt colder, and his tree didn’t offer the same comfort it once did. He missed Auntie. He missed his bed. And yes, even though he wouldn’t admit it—he missed his cousin too.
Just as he began to sniffle, he heard familiar footsteps. Auntie approached quietly, holding… a fresh banana, just for him. “We saved the best one for you,” she smiled.
Cubis ran into her arms, forgetting all about the protest. Maybe the world didn’t understand how important a banana could be to a little monkey—but in that moment, Cubis learned something even more valuable: love and forgiveness always matter more than fruit.
