Morning sunlight filtered across the small farmyard, painting everything in a golden hue. Farmer CUTIS, with his bright eyes and slightly mischievous grin, was already awake before the rooster crowed. He had a plan—something unusual, something he hadn’t told anyone about. Even the baby monkey, who usually clung to his side like a shadow, was still fast asleep, hugging a blanket with tiny hands and letting out soft, rhythmic snores.
CUTIS looked around carefully. “Shhh,” he whispered to himself, tiptoeing past the wooden door. “Today is going to be a little secret adventure.”
Instead of taking the usual basket for the garden, he grabbed the bigger woven bag that he normally saved for harvest season. The plan was simple: gather fresh produce from the field and then surprise the whole village at the morning market. But CUTIS’s mind worked in curious ways. He wasn’t just going to sell vegetables—he wanted to do something unbelievable.
A Secret Harvest
He slipped into the vegetable garden, where the dew still sparkled on the leaves. The rows of corn stood tall, beans climbed proudly on their poles, and cucumbers hung like little green lanterns under broad leaves. CUTIS worked quickly, plucking the ripest, freshest items. His hands moved with practiced speed, yet there was a twinkle in his eye.
But he didn’t stop with just the normal harvest. CUTIS picked the funniest-shaped carrots—ones that looked like twisted legs, tiny people, or even like the letter “S.” He found an oddly shaped pumpkin that resembled a giant teapot. He laughed quietly to himself, imagining the faces at the market when they saw it.
Then he spotted the sunflower patch. Instead of cutting the whole head to take the seeds, he gently plucked petals and tucked them into the bag. “These will be my secret ingredient,” he murmured.
When the bag was finally full, it looked like a strange collection of treasures rather than just vegetables. CUTIS slung it over his back and set off toward the village.
The Baby Monkey Wakes Up
Back at home, the baby monkey stirred and opened his big round eyes. His first instinct was to look for CUTIS. When he didn’t see him nearby, he panicked for a second, then noticed footprints leading out of the yard. The little monkey scratched his head, grabbed a small banana, and began to follow the trail.
Despite his short legs, the baby monkey was quick and determined. Soon he spotted CUTIS walking toward the market, the large bag bouncing with every step. Curious, the monkey decided to trail behind quietly, giggling to himself at the funny shapes poking out of the bag—like the pumpkin-teapot handle sticking out on one side.
At the Market
The market was already buzzing with people setting up stalls. The smell of grilled snacks and fresh bread filled the air. CUTIS picked a spot near the entrance and carefully laid out his goods. But instead of arranging them neatly, he did something no one expected.
He took the sunflower petals and began weaving them into crowns. Then he placed the funny-shaped carrots as if they were little characters in a story. The pumpkin-teapot? He set it in the middle of the table and pretended to pour tea from its crooked stem into tin cups.
“Fresh vegetables!” he called out cheerfully, “and a show for free!”
People stopped, puzzled at first, then amused. Children laughed at the carrot that looked like dancing legs. One little boy pointed at the pumpkin-teapot and shouted, “Mama, look! He’s serving tea from a pumpkin!”
CUTIS grinned and leaned into the performance. He balanced cucumbers on top of each other to make a “tower,” then used beans like ropes to tie them. He even wore one of the sunflower crowns himself, making him look like a funny vegetable king.
The Monkey Can’t Stop Laughing
The baby monkey, who had climbed onto a nearby cart to watch, couldn’t contain himself. He clapped his hands, slapped his knees, and let out loud squeals of laughter. Every time CUTIS did something sillier—like pretending the carrot “legs” were running away— the monkey nearly fell off the cart from giggling so hard.
The crowd noticed the little monkey’s endless laughter and started laughing along. The sound was contagious. Soon, people were not just buying CUTIS’s vegetables but also gathering around to enjoy the unexpected show.
A grandmother bought the pumpkin-teapot and said she would use it as a decoration for her porch. A baker bought the sunflower petals to decorate his cakes. Others picked the funny carrots, just for the joy of showing them to their children at home.
The Unbelievable Twist
Just when people thought CUTIS had run out of tricks, he pulled out a bundle of corn. Instead of selling it raw, he quickly roasted it over a small charcoal pot he had secretly brought with him. The smell of roasted corn drifted through the air, making mouths water.
But here came the unbelievable part—he didn’t ask for money for the roasted corn. Instead, he handed it out freely to kids who came by with curious eyes. “Take it,” he said warmly, “a little treat for your morning.”
The villagers were astonished. “He could sell this and make good money!” one man whispered.
But CUTIS only smiled. “Happiness is worth more than coins,” he replied.
The baby monkey leapt down from the cart, grabbed an ear of roasted corn, and danced around with joy. He stuffed kernels into his mouth, cheeks puffing like balloons, then burst into another round of laughter. Seeing the monkey’s joy made the crowd clap their hands and cheer even louder.
The Journey Home
By the end of the morning, CUTIS had sold out all his strange harvest. But more importantly, he had filled the market with laughter, kindness, and unforgettable moments. Instead of walking home with heavy bags, he carried only the joy of what he had shared.
The baby monkey trotted beside him, still giggling now and then whenever he remembered the pumpkin-teapot or the dancing carrot legs. CUTIS ruffled the monkey’s fur and said, “So, little one, did I do something unbelievable today?”
The monkey nodded enthusiastically, hugging his leg and squealing in agreement.
As they reached the farm, CUTIS looked out over his fields and thought about the day. He realized that sometimes, it wasn’t just about growing food. It was about growing smiles, laughter, and memories that people would carry home like treasures.
A Lasting Memory
Days later, villagers were still talking about CUTIS’s unusual stall at the market. Children wore sunflower crowns while playing. Families showed off their funny carrots before cooking them. The grandmother proudly displayed the pumpkin-teapot, saying it made her porch look magical.
And every time someone mentioned that day, they always remembered the sound of the baby monkey laughing nonstop—echoing through the market like the happiest music.
CUTIS, hearing this, would simply smile and wink, knowing his secret harvest had been worth every effort.
