Cubis had always known life on the bustling city streets—noisy cars, crowded markets, and tall buildings that touched the sky. He learned to weave through traffic, dodge strangers, and survive with scraps. But everything changed the day he was rescued and taken to a new home… far away in the quiet countryside.
As the car rolled down winding dirt roads, Cubis pressed his face to the window, eyes wide with confusion. Where were the honking horns? The flashing lights? Instead, he saw endless green fields, trees dancing in the wind, and birds flying freely. He frowned. “It’s too quiet,” he thought. “Where am I?”
When they arrived, he hesitated to step out. A cozy farmhouse stood in front of him, smoke gently rising from the chimney. A kind woman knelt beside him. “This is your new home, Cubis,” she said softly. But Cubis didn’t run inside—he ran back toward the car, thinking he was being left behind. It took gentle words and a warm hand to calm his fear.
The first night was strange. No blaring sirens. No rattling trains. Only crickets singing and soft wind. Cubis couldn’t sleep. He curled in a corner, unsure if this peace was truly safe.
But slowly, things began to change.
In the morning, he stepped outside and felt grass under his feet for the first time. Curious, he touched it, then laughed. He chased butterflies, tumbled into hay, and discovered fresh milk and warm bread waiting on the porch. The woman called his name—not to scold, but to share breakfast.
Each day brought new surprises. He learned the taste of ripe fruit, the fun of climbing apple trees, and the joy of playing with farm animals. He didn’t have to steal food anymore—there was always enough.
One evening, as the sun set in golden silence, Cubis sat on the porch, smiling softly. The city boy who once feared silence now found comfort in it.
He realized something profound: on the streets, he survived… but here, he was beginning to live.
Unexpectedly, the wild street boy was falling in love with peace, safety, and home.
