Morning sunlight streamed softly through the green canopy of trees, filling the small farmyard with a gentle warmth. The air was alive with the sounds of chirping birds, rustling leaves, and the soft bleating of goats from the nearby pen. It was feeding time — the happiest time of day for all the animals, especially the little ones who were always the most excited.
CUTIS, the kind caretaker of this cozy animal sanctuary, walked through the yard carrying a large basket filled with fresh fruits, vegetables, and bottles of milk. Around his feet, tiny paws, hooves, and wings scurried, hopped, and fluttered in every direction. He couldn’t help but laugh. “Alright, alright,” he said, “everyone will get their share! No need to rush!”
The first to greet him was a baby monkey — a little one named Mimi. Her bright eyes sparkled with curiosity and mischief. She jumped onto CUTIS’s shoulder and immediately reached for a banana from the basket. “Mimi, you naughty girl,” CUTIS chuckled. “You know we share first, eat later!” But Mimi didn’t care; she peeled the banana in one swift move and started nibbling happily, her tiny hands clutching the fruit tightly.
Nearby, a group of ducklings followed their mother across the small pond, quacking in excitement as they saw CUTIS approach. He scattered a handful of grain near the water’s edge. The ducklings paddled quickly to eat, their little beaks dipping rapidly into the food. One duckling, smaller than the rest, lagged behind — shy and uncertain. CUTIS noticed immediately and crouched down to help. “Don’t be scared, little one,” he said softly, placing a few grains closer. The baby duckling waddled forward, took a tentative bite, and soon joined the feast.
A few steps away, the baby goat twins — Snowy and Brownie — bleated loudly, demanding their breakfast. CUTIS set down two bottles of warm milk. The goats wasted no time. They wagged their tiny tails, bumping into each other as they drank greedily. Milk dripped from their mouths, and they looked up at CUTIS with innocent eyes that seemed to say, “More, please!” He smiled, gently patting their heads. “Slow down, little ones. You’ll get a tummy ache.”
Not far from the barn, a little puppy named Coco barked softly. She was the newest member of the family — rescued from the roadside just a week earlier. Still shy and recovering, she wagged her tail hesitantly when CUTIS approached. He knelt down and opened a small container of soft food mixed with rice and minced meat. Coco sniffed it, licked a little, and then began to eat slowly, her eyes lighting up with comfort. CUTIS stroked her fur gently, whispering, “You’re safe now, little one. Eat all you want.”
Mimi the baby monkey, curious as ever, hopped down from CUTIS’s shoulder and wandered toward Coco. She crouched next to the puppy, watching her eat. For a moment, CUTIS worried that Mimi might try to steal the food, but instead, she reached out gently, patting Coco’s head — as if she were saying hello. Coco paused, looked up, then wagged her tail again, this time faster. Two little hearts, one furry and one fuzzy, had just become friends.
The morning went on, filled with laughter and gentle chaos. Chickens clucked impatiently as CUTIS spread grain across the yard. A mother cat and her kittens purred loudly as they lapped up milk from shallow bowls. Even the old tortoise, slow and steady, crawled toward his plate of leafy greens, munching slowly but contentedly.
Everywhere CUTIS looked, there was life, warmth, and innocence. The sight of these tiny creatures, each with their own personality and charm, filled his heart with peace. Feeding them wasn’t just a chore — it was a ritual of love. He knew that every bite they took, every wag of a tail or chirp of joy, was a small thank-you for his care.
But as the morning passed, something unusual happened. Mimi the baby monkey suddenly climbed up a tree and began chattering loudly. CUTIS looked up, puzzled. “What’s wrong, Mimi?” he called out. She pointed toward the forest’s edge, where something rustled in the bushes. CUTIS walked carefully, the baby animals following close behind — the goats, the puppy, even the ducklings waddling curiously.
Then he saw it — a tiny baby deer, trembling and weak, its big eyes full of fear. It must have been separated from its mother. CUTIS slowly approached, speaking in a calm, gentle tone. “Hey there, little one. It’s okay.” The baby deer hesitated but didn’t run. Perhaps it sensed his kindness.
CUTIS picked up the small creature carefully and carried it back to the yard. Mimi followed right beside him, watching with curiosity and concern. Once back, CUTIS laid the deer on a soft blanket and brought a bowl of milk mixed with water. The baby deer sniffed it, then began to drink — slowly at first, then eagerly. CUTIS smiled, relieved. “Welcome to the family,” he whispered.
The other animals gathered around, their natural instincts softening in the presence of the frightened newcomer. Snowy and Brownie sniffed the deer gently, Coco wagged her tail, and Mimi climbed down to sit beside it. It was a heartwarming sight — all the animals, different in species, size, and shape, united by one thing: love.
As the sun climbed higher, CUTIS finished feeding the last of the animals. The farmyard was calm now. Some of the little ones lay down for a nap under the shade of a big mango tree. Mimi cuddled next to the baby deer, sharing her warmth. The ducklings nestled under their mother’s wings, while Coco curled up near CUTIS’s feet, dreaming peacefully.
He sat down on the porch, sipping his tea, watching the peaceful scene unfold. These moments reminded him why he had built this sanctuary — a place where every animal, no matter how small or lost, could find food, safety, and love. Life might be simple here, but it was full of meaning.
Suddenly, Mimi yawned and climbed onto CUTIS’s lap, curling into a tiny ball. CUTIS laughed softly. “You’re such a spoiled little monkey,” he said, stroking her fur. Mimi squeaked softly, eyes half-closed. In the distance, the birds began their afternoon songs, and the world seemed perfectly at peace.
In that quiet moment, CUTIS thought about how feeding animals wasn’t just about giving them food — it was about connection. Each time he fed them, he was giving them trust, security, and love. And in return, they gave him something even more valuable — joy. Pure, unfiltered joy that reminded him of the beauty of life’s simplest acts.
As the sun began to set, the sky painted itself in shades of pink and gold. CUTIS stood up, stretched, and looked around at his beloved animals — each one safe, full, and happy. He smiled and whispered, “Good night, my little family.”
Mimi lifted her head, gave a tiny squeak as if to say goodnight, and snuggled closer. The day had been full of laughter, discovery, and warmth. Feeding animals might seem ordinary to some, but for CUTIS, it was magic — a daily reminder that love, no matter how small, could make the world a gentler place.
And as the stars appeared in the darkening sky, the sanctuary settled into a peaceful sleep — a home where every cute baby animal, from monkey to duckling, puppy to deer, knew they were loved beyond measure. 😯💖🐒🐶🐐🦆
