It was a peaceful morning at home, the kind where birds were singing and Dad was finally enjoying a quiet cup of tea. But peace never lasted long with Cubis Monkey around. Cubis had already finished his breakfast and was bouncing around the yard with extra energy, eager to find something—anything—interesting to do.
Then he noticed it.
Dad had something in his hand that Cubis desperately wanted: a bright yellow banana. Not just any banana—Cubis’s favorite banana, the one he had been saving since yesterday! Dad didn’t know it was “claimed,” and he casually peeled it open, ready to take a bite.
Cubis froze. His eyes widened. His tiny jaw dropped in shock.
HOW COULD DAD?!
With a dramatic screech, Cubis launched himself forward like a tiny furry rocket. Dad barely had time to blink before Cubis was already climbing up his leg, grabbing his shirt, and reaching for the banana with all his strength. Dad stumbled backward, laughing so hard he could hardly defend himself.
“Cubis! This was the only banana left!” Dad tried to explain between chuckles.
But Cubis didn’t care. To him, this was a rescue mission of the highest importance. He reached for the banana like it was treasure, tugging and clinging to Dad’s arm with a determined little face. Dad raised the banana high, but Cubis climbed even higher, hanging from Dad’s shoulder like a mischievous pirate attacking a ship.
Finally, Dad surrendered. He lowered the banana, and Cubis snatched it with a triumphant squeal before jumping down victoriously. He sat in the middle of the yard, guarding his treasure with both hands while Dad laughed until his stomach hurt.
Mom came outside just in time to see Dad recovering from Cubis’s “attack,” hair messy and still laughing. “What happened?” she asked.
Dad pointed at Cubis, who was happily munching on his prize.
“He attacked me… just for a banana.”
Mom burst out laughing. “Well, you should know better. In this house, bananas belong to Cubis!”
And Cubis, hearing his name, lifted the banana proudly—as if proving Mom absolutely right.
