The morning began just like any other, with little Cubis playing around the yard, swinging on branches and chasing after butterflies. His dad thought nothing of it at first, but when he called Cubis back for breakfast, there was no reply. The playful rustle of leaves was gone, and the usually cheerful chatter from Cubis was nowhere to be heard. A sudden wave of worry swept over Dad’s heart—his baby monkey was missing.
Without wasting a second, Dad dashed out, calling Cubis’s name with urgency. His eyes scanned every corner of the trees, every bush, and even the small paths leading out of the yard. The more he searched, the louder his heart pounded. “Where could he have gone?” Dad whispered to himself, his voice heavy with concern.
He hurried along the familiar trail, stopping to listen for any faint sound that might guide him. His ears picked up the chirping of birds and the rustle of the wind, but still no Cubis. Dad’s pace quickened, his voice becoming more desperate as he shouted again and again, hoping his baby would respond.
Just when the worry grew unbearable, Dad heard a soft squeak. He froze and listened carefully—it was Cubis! Following the sound, he rushed toward a patch of tall grass, and there he found his little one tangled up, looking both scared and relieved. Cubis’s big eyes lit up the moment he saw Dad, who scooped him into his arms with overwhelming relief.
Dad hugged Cubis tightly, whispering, “Don’t ever wander off like that again, you scared me so much.” The baby monkey clung to his father’s neck, as if apologizing for the mischief.
The frightening search ended with tears of relief and a lesson learned. From that day forward, Dad kept an even closer eye on his little adventurer, and Cubis understood just how deeply he was loved and protected.
