In a lively little village where life was simple and days were filled with the laughter of children and the songs of birds, lived CUTIS, the mischievous yet clever baby monkey. CUTIS was no ordinary monkey—he was raised alongside a loving family who treated him as their own. His antics often left everyone in shock, sometimes laughing until their sides hurt, and other times scratching their heads in disbelief.
But behind his cheeky grin and endless energy, CUTIS had a heart full of love. And one unforgettable day, he showed just how deep that love could go.
A Usual Morning in the Village
The sun rose gently over the rooftops, casting a golden glow across the fields. Mom was preparing breakfast while Dad busied himself near the wooden cart he used for market trips. The market was always a lively place—filled with vendors calling out their goods, children running around, and smells of roasted corn, mangoes, and fresh bread floating in the air.
The baby monkey, CUTIS’s playful companion, bounced with excitement. Market day was his favorite. He loved climbing around the stalls, snatching little bits of fruit (with permission, of course), and watching the villagers laugh at his antics.
Dad called out, “Come on, CUTIS! Baby monkey! Let’s go to the market!”
The baby monkey squealed happily, already climbing onto Dad’s cart. But CUTIS didn’t move. He sat quietly on the porch, tail curled around himself, staring at the house.
An Unusual Silence
This was strange. Normally, CUTIS was the first to jump onto the cart, ready to cause some playful chaos at the market. But today, he sat still, his big eyes thoughtful, his little hands folded neatly.
Dad chuckled. “What’s this? CUTIS, are you being lazy today?”
The baby monkey tugged at CUTIS’s arm, squeaking excitedly, trying to pull him along. But CUTIS shook his head firmly. “Eee-eee,” he said, pushing the baby monkey back gently.
Mom, curious about the unusual scene, stepped outside. “What’s wrong, CUTIS? Don’t you want to go?”
CUTIS looked at her, then at the doorway of the house, where the newborn baby lay sleeping peacefully in a wooden cradle. His gaze softened.
Mom suddenly understood.
The Unbelievable Reason
CUTIS wasn’t refusing the market because he was tired, or upset, or mischievous. He was refusing because he didn’t want to leave the newborn baby alone.
Ever since the baby had arrived, CUTIS had grown attached, spending hours watching over the little one, bringing small flowers or gently rocking the cradle when the baby cried. Though Mom and Dad cared deeply for their child, CUTIS felt it was also his responsibility to protect the newest member of the family.
Mom’s heart swelled. She whispered softly, “You want to stay with the baby?”
CUTIS nodded slowly. His little face, usually so full of mischief, was serious now.
The baby monkey tilted his head, finally understanding. “Chi-chi?” he squeaked, surprised. For the first time, CUTIS wasn’t chasing fun—he was choosing love.
A Touching Scene
Dad stopped in his tracks. “You mean to tell me… CUTIS doesn’t want to go because of the baby?”
Mom nodded with a smile. “Yes. He’s worried. He wants to stay and watch over the child.”
The baby monkey looked from CUTIS to the cradle and back again. At first, he felt disappointed—he wanted his partner in crime to come along. But then, as he watched CUTIS gently place a tiny hand on the cradle, his heart melted too.
The newborn stirred, opening its eyes briefly. CUTIS leaned close, humming a soft monkey chatter, and the baby calmed down instantly, drifting back to sleep.
Even Dad, usually the practical one, felt a lump in his throat. “Well,” he said, his voice softer now, “that’s… unbelievable. Who would think a little monkey could have such a big heart?”
CUTIS the Guardian
So, while Dad and the baby monkey went off to the market, CUTIS stayed behind. He sat beside the cradle like a loyal guardian, eyes alert, ears twitching at every sound. When the baby fussed, CUTIS rocked the cradle gently. When sunlight peeked through the window, he pulled a cloth across to shade the little one.
Mom watched from the kitchen doorway, tears in her eyes. She realized CUTIS wasn’t just a playful monkey. He was part of the family in a way deeper than she had ever imagined.
The hours passed, and CUTIS never left his post. He refused snacks, refused play, refused to nap—his only focus was the newborn.
The Return from the Market
When Dad and the baby monkey returned later that afternoon, they brought bags of fruits, vegetables, and a few toys from the villagers for the baby. The baby monkey chattered excitedly, waving a mango in the air.
But CUTIS hardly noticed. He was still sitting at the cradle, one hand resting gently on the baby’s blanket.
Dad paused at the doorway, stunned again. “He hasn’t moved all day?”
Mom smiled softly. “Not once. He wouldn’t even eat until the baby was safe.”
The baby monkey crept closer, watching CUTIS with admiration. For once, he didn’t tease or jump around. Instead, he joined CUTIS quietly, sitting on the other side of the cradle, as if agreeing to share the responsibility.
A Family Moment
Together, Mom, Dad, CUTIS, and the baby monkey surrounded the newborn. The baby stirred, opening its eyes to see a circle of faces—human and monkey alike—watching with love.
Dad chuckled, wiping his eyes secretly. “I can’t believe this. My CUTIS, the naughty little troublemaker, turned down the fun of the market just to be here. This is… so touching.”
Mom placed a gentle hand on CUTIS’s head. “Thank you, CUTIS. You love this baby more than anything, don’t you?”
CUTIS squeaked softly, leaning closer to nuzzle the newborn’s tiny hand. The baby cooed in response, gripping one of CUTIS’s little fingers tightly.
In that moment, it was clear—this wasn’t just a monkey and a baby. It was a bond, unbreakable and pure.
The Village Learns the Story
The story quickly spread through the village. “Did you hear? CUTIS refused to go to the market!”
“Why?” people asked.
“Because he wanted to stay with the newborn baby!”
The villagers shook their heads in amazement. “Unbelievable! That monkey has more loyalty than some people do.”
Children began visiting the house to see CUTIS sitting proudly by the cradle, while elders smiled and nodded, saying it was a sign of great love. CUTIS had become more than just entertainment—he had become an example of devotion.
The Legacy of CUTIS’s Choice
From that day forward, CUTIS was known not just as the mischievous monkey, but as the guardian of the baby. Even the baby monkey followed his lead, learning to care for the newborn instead of only chasing fun.
And Mom and Dad? They never forgot the day CUTIS refused to go to the market. It was the day they realized that love comes in many forms—sometimes loud, sometimes funny, but sometimes, unbelievably touching.
As the baby grew, CUTIS remained by its side, loyal and protective. And every time villagers told the story, they ended with the same words:
“Who would believe it? A monkey refusing the market for fun, just to guard a baby? Truly, so touching.”
