Cutis was known for his boundless energy and mischievous nature. Whether he was running around the yard, climbing trees, or creating playful chaos in the house, he was always up to something. But one chilly morning, everything changed—Cutis woke up feeling sick.
His dad, Mr. Raymond, noticed immediately. “Cutis, you look pale! Are you feeling okay?” he asked, placing a hand on his son’s forehead.
“Ugh… I feel weird, Dad,” Cutis groaned, pulling the blanket over his head.
Mr. Raymond sighed. “Looks like you’ve got a fever. You need to rest, buddy.”
Cutis was not the type to stay in bed all day. The very idea of being stuck under the covers drove him crazy. But he was too tired to argue, so he let his dad tuck him in, handing him a glass of warm tea and some medicine.
The First Sign of Recklessness
For the first hour, Cutis tried to behave like a responsible, sick person. He stayed under the blanket, watched cartoons, and even took a few sips of his tea. But soon, boredom took over.
“Dad, I feel better now!” Cutis declared, trying to sit up.
“Nice try, but you still have a fever,” his dad said, shaking his head. “Rest.”
Cutis pouted but obeyed—for exactly five minutes. Then, he had an idea.
The Escape Plan
“Dad, I need to go to the bathroom!” Cutis called out.
“Alright, take it easy,” Mr. Raymond said, helping him out of bed.
The moment Cutis stepped out of the room, he saw his opportunity. Instead of going to the bathroom, he made a daring escape to the kitchen. If he was going to be sick, he might as well enjoy some snacks!
Unfortunately, his dad was faster.
“CUTIS! What are you doing with those cookies?” his dad called from behind him.
Cutis froze, a cookie halfway to his mouth. “Uh… it’s medicine, Dad?”
Mr. Raymond burst into laughter. “Nice try! But no cookies until you’re better. Back to bed, young man!”
Cutis groaned but obeyed, secretly impressed by his dad’s quick reaction time.
The Pillow Fortress Disaster
After his snack heist failed, Cutis needed a new plan to entertain himself. Lying in bed all day was just not an option. So, he decided to build the ultimate pillow fortress.
Using every pillow and blanket he could find, Cutis stacked them high around his bed, creating a “sick day castle.” He even crowned himself with a rolled-up sock, declaring, “I am King Cutis, ruler of this bed!”
His dad walked in just in time to see Cutis attempt to stand on the mattress while waving a makeshift flag—a tissue tied to a pencil.
“Cutis, no!” his dad warned.
But it was too late. Cutis lost his balance, toppled over, and disappeared into the pile of blankets.
For a moment, there was silence.
Then, from beneath the heap, Cutis’ voice emerged: “I’m okay! The castle has fallen, but the king survives!”
Mr. Raymond couldn’t hold back his laughter. “You’re supposed to be resting, not leading a medieval battle!”
Sleepwalking… Or Just Sneaking?
That night, after much effort, Mr. Raymond finally got Cutis to sleep. Or so he thought.
At around midnight, he heard rustling noises. Curious, he peeked into Cutis’s room—only to find his son crawling on the floor with a determined expression.
“Cutis… what on earth are you doing?” his dad asked.
Cutis, still half-asleep, mumbled, “I’m on a mission… must find… the legendary hidden snacks…”
Mr. Raymond almost fell over laughing. “Cutis, get back to bed! You’re not on a mission; you’re sleep-snacking!”
Cutis blinked, looked around in confusion, and then flopped back onto his bed. “Fine… but if you see the legendary snacks, let me know…”
Finally, Some Rest—Or Not?
The next morning, Cutis finally started feeling better. But his mischief wasn’t over yet. He woke up with a plan.
As soon as his dad entered the room, Cutis let out a dramatic gasp. “Dad! Something’s wrong!”
Mr. Raymond rushed over. “What? What’s wrong?”
Cutis grinned. “I’m too healthy now! I need cake to celebrate!”
His dad rolled his eyes and chuckled. “Nice try, Cutis. Let’s start with breakfast, and we’ll talk about cake later.”
Cutis sighed but agreed. At least he knew that no matter what, even when he was sick, his dad was always there—to take care of him, laugh with him, and, most importantly, catch him when he got too reckless.
And secretly, Mr. Raymond couldn’t wait for Cutis’ next crazy adventure.
