The sun had just risen over the quiet little village, painting the sky with soft hues of orange and gold. CUTIS, the loyal golden dog, was already awake, pacing nervously around the front yard. He had sensed something unusual in the air since the night before. His sharp instincts told him that today was going to be different—something important was about to happen.
Beside him, the baby monkey, small and mischievous as always, clung to the wooden fence with his tiny fingers. He tilted his head curiously, watching CUTIS with wide, sparkling eyes. Normally, mornings meant playtime, chasing butterflies, or sneaking fruit from the basket in the kitchen. But today, even the little monkey could feel that something was strange. Their beloved Mom had been moving slower, holding her belly, and resting more than usual.
“CUTIS,” the monkey squeaked, his voice filled with confusion, “why does Mom look so tired? Why doesn’t she want to play?”
CUTIS didn’t answer with words, but he gave a low whine, ears perked, eyes darting toward the house. He didn’t understand everything, but he knew Mom was in pain—and that made him restless. His protective instincts kicked in, and he positioned himself by the door, ready to guard at any moment.
Inside, Mom was indeed in pain. She had been feeling contractions since the early morning. She knew this was the moment she had been waiting for—the baby was on the way. Though she tried to smile reassuringly at CUTIS and the baby monkey before retreating inside, her winces and heavy breathing made it clear to them that something serious was happening.
The monkey couldn’t stay still. He jumped up and down, tugging at CUTIS’s ear, his tiny voice trembling. “Is Mom sick? Will she be okay? CUTIS, say something!”
CUTIS let out a gentle bark, not aggressive but firm, as if to say: Stay calm. I’m watching. His tail wagged slowly, but his eyes remained fixed on the door, ears twitching at every sound from inside the house.
Minutes felt like hours. The little monkey pressed his face against the window, peeking in whenever he could. He saw Mom lying on the bed, her face sweating, breathing deeply. A midwife had arrived, speaking softly and encouraging her. The monkey didn’t fully understand, but he felt worry rise in his small chest.
Finally, unable to hold back, the monkey scampered inside, landing softly on the wooden floor. CUTIS barked once in protest, but then followed, padding carefully to the doorway. They both stood there, hesitant yet desperate to be close.
The midwife noticed them and smiled. “Ah, look at your guardians,” she said gently. “They know something wonderful is about to happen.”
The monkey clutched the edge of the bed, eyes wide, confused by Mom’s groans. His tiny hand reached out and brushed Mom’s arm as if to say, I’m here, don’t worry. CUTIS sat beside the bed, steady and watchful, his warm brown eyes never leaving Mom’s face.
And then, the moment came. With one last cry of effort, Mom’s pain turned into the sweetest sound—the cry of a newborn baby.
The room filled with relief and joy. The midwife quickly wrapped the baby in a soft blanket, announcing, “It’s a beautiful little one!”
The baby monkey gasped—an innocent, sharp intake of breath. He looked utterly bewildered. “What is that?!” he squealed, pointing at the tiny creature squirming in the blanket.
CUTIS tilted his head, ears perked, as if analyzing the new sound. His tail wagged furiously now, the tension leaving his body. He inched closer, sniffing the air carefully. His instincts told him this was not danger—it was family.
The monkey hopped nervously on the bedpost, peeking closer. The baby was so small, smaller even than him, with a wrinkled face and a soft little cry. His wide eyes blinked with curiosity. He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry himself.
Mom, exhausted but glowing with happiness, beckoned them closer. “CUTIS, Baby, come see,” she whispered.
CUTIS immediately obeyed, pressing his nose gently against the baby’s blanket. He gave the tiniest sniff, then let out a happy bark, his tail sweeping across the floor like a feather duster. His whole being radiated pride and joy.
The monkey, however, was still confused. He clung to Mom’s shoulder, peering at the bundle. “Is that really… our baby?” he whispered in disbelief.
Mom chuckled softly, stroking his fur. “Yes, sweetheart. This is your little brother. Be gentle.”
The baby monkey’s face softened. He leaned closer and tapped the baby’s tiny hand with his finger. To his surprise, the baby’s hand curled instinctively around his finger. The monkey’s eyes widened even more, then filled with wonder. “He… he likes me!”
CUTIS gave a proud bark, as if to confirm: Of course he does. We’re his family now.
From that moment, everything changed. CUTIS no longer paced nervously—he took up his role as the watchful protector, lying near the baby’s cradle, ready to guard against any threat. The baby monkey, meanwhile, transformed from confusion to excitement. He followed every move of the newborn, constantly asking Mom questions:
“Why does he cry so much?”
“Why is he so small?”
“Why can’t he eat bananas yet?”
Mom laughed despite her exhaustion, answering each question with patience. CUTIS would simply wag his tail, as if amused at the monkey’s endless curiosity.
That first night, when the house grew quiet, CUTIS stayed awake beside the crib, ears alert, while the monkey curled up on Mom’s lap, refusing to leave her side. The newborn’s soft breathing filled the room with peace, a reminder of the new life that had just joined their little family.
In their own ways, CUTIS and the baby monkey had reacted with confusion, worry, and surprise—but above all, with love. Though they didn’t fully understand the miracle of birth, their instincts told them one thing clearly: this baby was theirs to protect, theirs to love, and theirs to grow with.
As the days passed, their roles became clear. CUTIS, strong and dependable, became the baby’s silent guardian, ensuring no harm came near. The monkey, playful and curious, became the baby’s entertainer and constant companion, filling the house with laughter and mischief.
Mom often looked at them all together—her loyal dog, her mischievous monkey, and her precious newborn—and felt her heart swell with gratitude. She whispered softly one evening, “I couldn’t ask for a better family.”
And so, CUTIS & the baby monkey’s reaction to Mom giving birth was more than just confusion and surprise. It was the beginning of a bond, the start of a new chapter filled with love, loyalty, and the promise of endless adventures together.
