Early one morning, before the sun had fully risen, CUTIS was already awake. While others were still sleeping, he sat quietly near the jackfruit tree, staring at the huge green fruits hanging above his head. His eyes sparkled with excitement, and a small smile slowly formed on his face. In that moment, a big idea was born in his clever little mind.
Today was the day.
CUTIS was starting his plan to get rich.
The jackfruit tree had been generous this season. Big, heavy fruits hung from its branches, their rough skin glowing in the soft morning light. CUTIS had watched them grow day by day, and now he knew they were ready. He scratched his head thoughtfully, looked around, then nodded to himself. Step one of the plan was clear: harvest the jackfruit.
He climbed the tree with confidence, gripping the trunk and branches with ease. From below, Dad noticed the movement and looked up in surprise.
“CUTIS, what are you doing so early?” Dad asked.
CUTIS didn’t answer. Instead, he pointed at the jackfruit, then made a gesture like holding money, rubbing his fingers together with a mischievous grin. Dad laughed, shaking his head.
“You want to sell jackfruit?” Dad asked jokingly.
CUTIS nodded enthusiastically. Yes. Exactly that.
Carefully, CUTIS worked his way toward the biggest jackfruit. It was almost as big as his body, heavy and ripe. With patience and focus, he loosened it from the branch and lowered it slowly, making sure it didn’t fall. When it finally touched the ground, CUTIS jumped down proudly and patted the fruit like a treasure.
One jackfruit wasn’t enough for his plan.
He climbed again. And again. By the time the sun was fully up, several jackfruits lay neatly on the ground. CUTIS wiped his forehead dramatically, then stood with his hands on his hips, clearly satisfied. The first step of the “get rich” plan was complete.
Now it was time for step two.
CUTIS walked over to Dad, grabbed his hand, and started pulling him toward the pile of jackfruit. Dad pretended to resist, laughing as CUTIS pulled harder.
“Alright, alright, I’m coming,” Dad said.
CUTIS pointed at the jackfruit, then toward the road, then mimicked counting money again. His plan was very clear now. He wanted Dad to take him to the market to sell the jackfruit.
People nearby started laughing. CUTIS wasn’t just being playful—he was serious. Very serious.
Dad looked at the jackfruit, then at CUTIS’s determined face. “You really want to go to the market?” he asked.
CUTIS nodded firmly.
So the adventure began.
The jackfruits were loaded carefully, and CUTIS stayed close, watching every move like a boss supervising his business. During the ride to the market, CUTIS sat proudly, occasionally tapping the jackfruit as if reminding everyone how valuable it was.
When they arrived at the market, the noise and colors instantly caught CUTIS’s attention. Vendors calling out, people bargaining, baskets full of fruits and vegetables everywhere. CUTIS’s eyes grew wide. This was bigger than he imagined—but he wasn’t scared.
This was where money was made.
Dad found a spot and placed the jackfruits neatly. CUTIS sat beside them, acting like a true business partner. Whenever someone passed by, CUTIS would point at the jackfruit, then look at them with hopeful eyes. His expression alone was enough to stop people.
“Look at this little guy,” one woman laughed. “Is he selling jackfruit?”
CUTIS nodded seriously, then gently tapped the fruit, as if saying, This one is good. Very good.
People gathered, amused and curious. Some asked questions, some laughed, some took photos. But many also looked closely at the jackfruit, impressed by its size and freshness.
Soon, the first customer agreed to buy one.
When the money was handed to Dad, CUTIS watched closely. Very closely. His eyes followed every movement of the bills. When Dad counted the money, CUTIS leaned in, trying to count along, making funny sounds as if calculating profits.
People burst into laughter.
“He’s really serious about business!” someone said.
One by one, the jackfruits were sold. Each sale made CUTIS more excited. He clapped his hands, jumped a little, and hugged Dad tightly. His plan was working.
After the last jackfruit was sold, Dad gathered the money and showed it to CUTIS. CUTIS stared at it, then let out a joyful laugh. He didn’t fully understand numbers, but he understood success. His plan had turned fruit into money.
On the way home, CUTIS was quieter than usual. He sat close to Dad, holding onto him gently. The excitement had settled into something deeper—pride. He had an idea, followed through, and succeeded.
Back at home, CUTIS walked straight to the jackfruit tree and looked up at the remaining fruits. He tilted his head thoughtfully, already planning the future. Maybe next time, more jackfruit. Maybe other fruits. Maybe an even bigger plan.
Dad watched him and smiled.
That day wasn’t just about selling jackfruit.
It was about learning, bonding, and dreaming. CUTIS showed that even small ideas can grow into something meaningful when paired with effort and courage. And Dad learned that sometimes, the best plans come from the most unexpected minds.
As the sun set, CUTIS sat peacefully, chewing a small piece of jackfruit he had saved for himself. He looked content, happy, and full of dreams.
The plan to get rich had begun.
And this was only the beginning. 🍈🐒💰
