In a quiet village yard where laughter often mixed with the sound of rustling leaves, CUTIS was known for being both clever and unpredictable. He had a way of doing things that left everyone around him—especially his dad and his little baby monkey companion—completely puzzled. On this particular day, CUTIS’s actions were so strange and hilarious that they had both his dad and the monkey tilting their heads in confusion, unsure whether to laugh or worry.
A morning of unusual energy
The day started like any other. CUTIS’s dad was busy with chores, the baby monkey was climbing posts and playing with leaves, and CUTIS seemed unusually quiet. Normally, he would be shouting, running, or inventing games. Instead, he crouched in the corner of the yard, staring at the ground with intense focus.
His dad glanced over, curious. “What are you doing, CUTIS?” he asked.
But CUTIS didn’t answer. He simply waved his hand in the air like a conductor leading an invisible orchestra. The baby monkey, curious as always, crawled closer and copied him, waving tiny hands in the same rhythm. The pair looked like they were performing a secret dance known only to them.
The strange action begins
Suddenly, CUTIS leapt up and started tiptoeing in circles around the yard. He lifted one foot dramatically, then placed it down as if avoiding imaginary traps. His eyes were wide, his arms stretched out, and he whispered, “Careful, careful… don’t step on the cracks!”
The monkey squeaked loudly, clearly alarmed. He didn’t see any cracks on the smooth dirt ground. Still, not wanting to miss out, the little fellow hopped after CUTIS, copying his big steps. CUTIS’s dad stopped working, broom in hand, and watched the scene unfold with a puzzled smile.
“Son… what on earth are you doing?”
But CUTIS didn’t explain. Instead, he crouched again, grabbed a stick, and started drawing mysterious shapes on the ground—spirals, zigzags, and circles. Then, to his dad’s shock, he lay flat on the dirt, stretched his arms wide, and shouted, “I am a flying bird!”
Dad and monkey grow worried
The monkey’s eyes widened. He had never seen CUTIS lying face down pretending to fly. Unsure what was happening, the baby monkey climbed on his back as if trying to hold him down. CUTIS flapped his arms harder, making exaggerated “whoosh whoosh” noises.
His dad scratched his head, torn between laughing and worrying. “Is he playing a game, or has he gone a little crazy today?” he muttered under his breath.
The monkey seemed to share the same concern. He clung tightly to CUTIS’s shoulders, squeaking anxiously, as though trying to keep him grounded.
Escalating the strangeness
But CUTIS wasn’t done yet. After “flying” around the yard, he suddenly froze, looked at the sky, and shouted, “Danger! We need to hide!” Without warning, he crawled under a wooden bench and curled up. The monkey, not understanding but unwilling to be left out, scurried under the bench too.
Now both of them sat squished together under the wood, eyes darting around as if watching invisible enemies. CUTIS whispered, “Shhh, don’t make a sound. They’re coming!”
His dad dropped the broom, walked closer, and crouched down to peek at them. “Who’s coming?” he asked gently. CUTIS pointed dramatically at the open yard. “The giants! Can’t you see?”
The baby monkey turned his head to look, but of course, nothing was there. Confusion spread across his furry little face. He squeaked again and clung even tighter to CUTIS’s arm.
The moment of worry deepens
By now, CUTIS’s dad was both amused and concerned. Was his son just playing an elaborate game, or had he really convinced himself that “giants” were approaching? He called out softly, “CUTIS, come on out. There are no giants here.”
But CUTIS shook his head stubbornly, hair messy and eyes fierce. “No, Dad! You don’t understand! We have to protect the yard!”
The monkey squealed in agreement, though clearly unsure what they were protecting against. His little body trembled as if caught between fear and play.
The twist of laughter
Finally, CUTIS jumped out from under the bench and began stomping around the yard with his stick, declaring loudly, “Be gone, giants! You cannot take our bananas!”
At that exact moment, the monkey spotted the real bananas sitting in a basket nearby. Thinking CUTIS was serious, he ran and hugged the basket tightly, screeching with determination. CUTIS’s dad burst out laughing so hard that he nearly fell over.
Now the scene made sense—sort of. CUTIS had invented an imaginary battle where he and the monkey were guardians of their bananas. The “strange actions” were part of his dramatic storytelling. The monkey, however, had taken it literally, truly believing they were under attack.
Dad finally understands
CUTIS’s dad shook his head, wiping tears of laughter. “So that’s what this is all about? Protecting bananas from invisible giants?”
CUTIS grinned proudly, chest puffed out. “Yes! And we won. The giants are gone.”
The monkey looked from CUTIS to Dad, still hugging the bananas with wide, confused eyes. Slowly, he loosened his grip, squeaked softly, and gave CUTIS a questioning look, as if asking, “Really? Is it over?”
CUTIS patted his furry friend’s head. “It’s over. We saved the day.”
The heartwarming ending
Though confused at first, Dad couldn’t help but admire his son’s imagination. What had started as a morning of strange, worrisome actions turned into a hilarious memory for the whole family. CUTIS’s creativity had once again pulled everyone into his playful world, even if it left them scratching their heads along the way.
The baby monkey, though still uncertain, snuggled close to CUTIS, reassured by his confidence. And Dad, shaking his head with a smile, muttered, “This boy will give me gray hair one day.”
But inside, he felt proud. Strange or not, his son had a gift for turning ordinary mornings into extraordinary adventures—funny, confusing, and unforgettable all at once.
