The morning started out peacefully, with sunlight spilling through the kitchen window. Dad was humming to himself, preparing breakfast, when little Monkey Cubis came trotting in with his usual mischievous sparkle in his eyes. Cubis had seen Dad crack eggs the day before and thought it looked like the most exciting game ever.
Dad turned his back for just a moment to grab some vegetables, and that was all Cubis needed. With tiny hands and too much enthusiasm, he reached for the carton of eggs. One by one, he lifted them out and gave them a curious tap on the counter. Crack! Egg number one splattered across the floor. Cubis’ eyes widened in delight. He giggled and immediately went for the next one. Crack, splat, crack! Soon the kitchen tiles were covered in slippery yellow puddles.
By the time Dad turned around, Cubis was standing proudly in the middle of his masterpiece—eggshells stuck to his fur, little feet sliding around like he was skating on an omelet. Dad froze for a second, then exploded with a loud, “Cubis!!! What have you done?!”
The monkey tilted his head, holding up one half-shell as if to say, Look, Dad, I helped! His innocent expression almost made Dad laugh, but the sticky mess dripping from the cabinets was too much. Dad grabbed a towel, muttering, “I can’t believe this monkey!” as Cubis tried to smear yolk onto the floor like finger paint.
After a few minutes, Dad’s frustration melted into laughter. How could he stay mad at such a silly little creature? Cubis was still clapping his hands, clearly proud of his “cooking skills.” Dad sighed, cleaned him up, and finally said, “Alright, Cubis, no more egg cracking unless I’m watching!”
The kitchen may have been a disaster, but Cubis had once again turned an ordinary morning into an unforgettable memory.
