It was a lively afternoon at the family’s garden, where Monkey Cubis was busily swinging from branch to branch, occasionally stopping to peek at what everyone was doing. Aunt, who often visited to bring treats and spend time with the animals, had come by that day with her usual warm smile and a bag of fruit.
Cubis adored Aunt—she was the one who always gave him extra bananas when no one was looking and scratched the spot behind his ears just right. But on this visit, instead of rushing straight to her for cuddles, Cubis disappeared into the far corner of the garden.
The family thought nothing of it, until twenty minutes later, when Cubis returned—holding something in his tiny hands. He walked right up to Aunt, his expression unusually serious. Everyone watched in curiosity as he placed the object gently into her lap.
It was a small, shiny button—slightly worn, but polished to a gleam. Aunt’s eyes widened. She recognized it instantly—it had fallen from her favorite jacket weeks ago during a visit, and she had searched everywhere without finding it.
The realization hit her: Cubis must have remembered where it had dropped and kept it safe all this time. The family was stunned—not just at his memory, but at the thoughtfulness behind his action. This wasn’t food or a random trinket; it was something he knew belonged to her.
Aunt smiled warmly, her eyes misting a little. She held out her arms, and Cubis leapt into them, wrapping his arms around her neck in a soft hug. She whispered, “Thank you, my clever boy,” and Cubis chattered happily, clearly proud of himself.
For the rest of the afternoon, the family couldn’t stop talking about it. It wasn’t just a cute moment—it was proof that Cubis understood love and connection in a way that surprised everyone. And for Aunt, that little button had now become the most precious gift she’d ever received.
