Cutis had always been an adventurous boy. Living in a small village surrounded by lush green fields and towering fruit trees, he loved exploring the outdoors. His best friend, a mischievous little goat named Goat, was always by his side. Goat was no ordinary animal—he was clever, playful, and had a knack for getting into trouble. One sunny afternoon, Cutis decided to take Goat with him to harvest jackfruit from the old tree near the river.
Jackfruit was one of the most prized fruits in the village. It was big, spiky, and deliciously sweet inside. But harvesting jackfruit wasn’t an easy task. The tree was tall, its fruits heavy, and the sticky sap from the fruit could cause a real mess. Cutis, however, was determined. He had promised his grandmother that he would bring home a big, ripe jackfruit for her famous dessert.
“Come on, Goat!” Cutis called as he picked up a woven basket and a sharp knife. Goat trotted behind him, his little tail flicking in excitement.
The journey to the jackfruit tree was filled with little adventures. Along the way, Goat tried to nibble on a farmer’s straw hat, got tangled in some vines, and even attempted to climb a small rock. Cutis laughed at Goat’s antics, shaking his head at his mischievous friend.
When they finally reached the towering jackfruit tree, Cutis gazed up in awe. The tree was bursting with massive jackfruits hanging from its thick branches. He spotted a perfectly ripe one, hanging just within reach. He set his basket down and carefully climbed up the tree, placing his feet on the sturdy trunk while holding onto the branches.
“Stay there, Goat! Don’t move!” he warned as he started his climb.
But Goat was never one to stay still. As Cutis climbed higher, Goat became curious. He circled the base of the tree, sniffing around. Then, he did something unexpected—he started jumping up against the trunk, trying to follow Cutis. Of course, a goat couldn’t climb a tree, but that didn’t stop him from trying.
Cutis focused on the jackfruit. He reached it and carefully cut the thick stem with his knife. The fruit was heavy, and as it detached, it tumbled down, landing with a loud thud on the ground. The impact startled Goat, who leaped to the side and let out a surprised “Maaah!”
Relieved that the fruit had landed safely, Cutis climbed back down. He wiped the sticky sap off his hands and turned to Goat, who was now sniffing the jackfruit curiously.
“See? I told you to stay still,” Cutis chuckled. “Now let’s bring this home before it gets dark.”
He picked up the fruit and placed it in the basket. The journey back was smooth at first, but then Cutis made a mistake. He had forgotten just how much Goat loved to nibble on things. As they walked, Goat kept eyeing the jackfruit. The sweet smell was too tempting. Without thinking, Goat reached out and took a bite out of the fruit right through the tough skin!
“Goat! No!” Cutis cried, but it was too late. Goat had bitten into the fruit, and now its sticky sap was all over his mouth and fur. He let out a funny sound, shaking his head as if regretting his decision. The sap stuck to his fur like glue.
Cutis sighed. “Now look at you! How are we going to clean this mess?”
By the time they got home, Goat was a sticky, sappy mess, and Cutis had no choice but to give him a long bath. It took ages to scrub off the sap, and even then, Goat’s fur was still a little sticky.
By the time they got home, Goat was a sticky, sappy mess, and Cutis had no choice but to give him a long bath. It took ages to scrub off the sap, and even then, Goat’s fur was still a little sticky.
When Cutis finally presented the jackfruit to his grandmother, she laughed and said, “Well, it looks like Goat tried to eat this one before us! But don’t worry, we can still use the good parts.”
And so, despite Goat’s little mistake, the family enjoyed a delicious jackfruit dessert that night. And Goat? He learned his lesson—at least until the next adventure.
