In the golden rays of a late morning, the monkey village was alive with playful chirps and echoes of laughter. Birds hopped from tree to tree, and the soft hum of nature filled the air. But somewhere near the small wooden hut at the edge of the forest, a very unusual scene was unfolding — Doctor CUTIS was preparing for another “important” mission. And today, the little baby monkey, curious and skeptical, was about to witness something beyond belief.
CUTIS wasn’t a real doctor in the human sense, but in the monkey world, he was famous for his cleverness, compassion, and his ability to fix just about anything — from broken toys to hurt feelings. Whenever someone in the forest had a problem, they’d say, “Go find CUTIS! He’ll know what to do!”
That morning, the baby monkey had woken up with a slight cough. Nothing serious, but enough to make his mother worried. She immediately ran to CUTIS’s place, holding her baby close. “CUTIS! Please help,” she said anxiously. “My baby is coughing again. I don’t know what’s wrong.”
CUTIS, wearing his tiny white cloth that he called a “doctor coat,” turned around dramatically, holding a stick like a stethoscope. “Ah, another patient!” he said with a grin. “Let Doctor CUTIS take a look!”
Baby monkey blinked, confused. “You’re not a real doctor,” he said in a small voice. “Doctors wear shiny glasses and use cold things on your chest.”
CUTIS gasped in mock offense. “How dare you doubt the mighty Doctor CUTIS! I’ve cured tummy aches, fixed fevers, and even helped the squirrel with his tail sprain last week!”
But baby monkey just scratched his head, half impressed, half doubtful. CUTIS didn’t mind — he loved a challenge.
He gently asked the baby monkey to sit on a small leaf mat. “Now open your mouth and say ‘ahhh!’”
“Ahhh,” the baby monkey said, sticking out his tongue dramatically.
CUTIS squinted and peered inside, pretending to examine. “Hmm… very interesting. I see the problem! You’ve been eating too many unripe bananas!”
Baby monkey blinked again. “What? How did you know?”
CUTIS smirked. “Doctor’s secret,” he whispered proudly.
What CUTIS didn’t reveal was that earlier that morning, he saw baby monkey munching on some green bananas behind the hut. But for the sake of mystery, he liked to make it seem like magic.
Then came CUTIS’s “treatment.” He ran to his little basket full of herbs, twigs, and berries — his “medical tools.” He began mixing them in a coconut shell, humming a song only he knew. Baby monkey watched curiously, trying to peek. “What are you doing?” he asked.
“Creating the perfect remedy,” CUTIS replied with a serious expression. “This will make your cough disappear faster than a mango falling from a tree!”
When he was done, he handed the baby monkey a tiny spoonful of his “medicine” — mashed berries with honey and a pinch of mint leaf.
Baby monkey sniffed it suspiciously. “It smells funny.”
CUTIS crossed his arms. “All medicine smells funny. That means it’s working.”
Reluctantly, baby monkey took a small sip. His face scrunched up instantly. “Ewww! It tastes weird!”
CUTIS laughed. “That means it’s really working!”
Mother monkey giggled from behind. “CUTIS, you’re unbelievable. You make everything sound like a miracle.”
But the magic of CUTIS wasn’t in the herbs or the tricks — it was in his heart. He truly cared. He stayed beside baby monkey the entire afternoon, making sure he rested, telling him funny stories, and even fanning him with a banana leaf.
By evening, baby monkey’s cough had already eased a little. He could breathe easier and even managed a few playful jumps. But still, he couldn’t believe it. “Maybe it was just luck,” he muttered.
CUTIS overheard and smiled slyly. “Luck? Oh no, my dear patient. That’s called Doctor CUTIS power!”
The next day, something even more unbelievable happened. Baby monkey’s cousin, a mischievous little one, came running with a scratch on his arm after climbing a thorny tree. “Ouch! CUTIS, help me!” he cried.
CUTIS instantly transformed into his “doctor mode.” He cleaned the scratch gently using some clean water and soft leaves, then applied his homemade “monkey medicine” — a bit of mashed aloe and banana peel. “There! All better!” he announced.
Baby monkey watched closely, his disbelief slowly turning into admiration. “Wow… you really know how to fix everything.”
CUTIS shrugged modestly. “It’s not about knowing everything, little one. It’s about caring enough to help.”
Later that afternoon, the monkeys gathered under the big mango tree for their usual playtime. Baby monkey, feeling much better, started telling everyone what he had seen. “CUTIS is not just a funny monkey — he’s like a real doctor! He fixed my cough and healed my cousin’s scratch!”
The other monkeys laughed, but they were impressed too. CUTIS just smiled, pretending not to hear. He didn’t need praise; he just loved helping others.
But then, something unexpected happened — a tiny bird flew in, chirping frantically. Its wing was tangled in some grass, and it couldn’t move properly.
“Doctor CUTIS!” the baby monkey shouted. “Another patient!”
CUTIS hurried over and carefully untangled the bird’s wing. “Don’t worry, little one,” he said softly. “You’ll fly again soon.” He gently massaged the wing and gave the bird a few drops of honey water for strength.
Within minutes, the bird fluttered its wings and — to everyone’s amazement — took off into the sky. The monkeys clapped and cheered. Baby monkey’s eyes widened in wonder. “I can’t believe it… you really are amazing, Doctor CUTIS!”
CUTIS chuckled, brushing imaginary dust off his “doctor coat.” “Believe it now?”
Baby monkey nodded quickly. “I believe! You’re the best doctor ever!”
From that day on, CUTIS became known across the forest not just as the funny monkey or the clever one — but as Doctor CUTIS, the healer of hearts and helper of all. Even the older monkeys respected him deeply.
Every time someone sneezed, tripped, or even looked sad, CUTIS was there — with his magic herbs, his jokes, and his warmth.
And the baby monkey? He became CUTIS’s little assistant, following him everywhere with wide eyes and endless curiosity. He learned not only how to mix leaves and berries but also how to care for others.
One evening, as the sun dipped low and painted the sky in orange and pink, the baby monkey turned to CUTIS and said softly, “I used to think you were just pretending… but now I know you’re real — not because of your medicine, but because you really care.”
CUTIS smiled, tapping the little monkey’s forehead playfully. “That’s the real secret of every great doctor, my friend — a heart that never stops helping.”
The baby monkey giggled. “Then maybe one day, I’ll be Doctor Baby Monkey!”
CUTIS laughed heartily. “Oh, I’d love that. The world can always use another kind doctor.”
As night fell and the stars twinkled above, CUTIS and the baby monkey sat side by side, watching the fireflies dance. The forest was peaceful again, full of warmth and quiet joy.
The once-skeptical baby monkey now believed completely — not in magic or mystery, but in kindness, love, and the extraordinary heart of Doctor CUTIS. 😯💛🐒
