The warm morning sun filtered gently through the trees, lighting up the small yard where Baby Monkey Bon was playing. His tiny golden fur glowed under the sunlight, and his curious eyes scanned everything around him — a few fallen leaves, a half-empty water bowl, and a basket of fruit sitting on the wooden table near the hut. The moment his little nose caught the sweet scent of ripe bananas, Bon’s tummy gave a tiny growl. He loved bananas more than anything in the world — soft, sweet, and easy to chew.
Inside the house, Bon’s father, a calm and gentle monkey named CUTIS, was peeling a banana while talking to his human caretaker. CUTIS was a big monkey with strong arms and a peaceful face. Everyone adored him because he was patient and clever, especially with his son. CUTIS had been helping take care of Bon ever since he was born — teaching him to climb, to hold a milk bottle, and even to share food. But sharing bananas? That was always a challenge for little Bon.
From the corner of the yard, Bon suddenly spotted his father with the yellow fruit in hand. His eyes widened in excitement. He squeaked softly — a tiny, eager sound that meant, “I want some!” Then, with a burst of energy, Bon ran toward his father, his little feet pattering quickly across the ground. His tail swung side to side as he dashed, his excitement too much to contain.
“Bon! Slow down!” the caretaker called out with a laugh. But Bon didn’t slow down. His mission was clear — to get to his father before all the bananas disappeared.
CUTIS turned his head at the sound of his son’s quick steps. He smiled in that calm, fatherly way, holding up the banana like a prize. Bon jumped up, his little hands reaching out, his eyes full of longing. CUTIS laughed and lowered the fruit just enough for Bon to grab a piece.
Bon bit into it happily, his cheeks puffing out as he chewed. The sweetness filled his mouth, and his little face lit up in pure joy. CUTIS took another small piece and offered it to him again, but this time, Bon tried something bold — he grabbed the entire banana with both hands and tugged hard.
“Bon!” CUTIS chattered in a playful tone, pretending to scold him. But Bon wouldn’t let go. He was determined to have it all. CUTIS sighed and let him have it, watching his son gobble down the treat with a big, satisfied grin.
As Bon ate, he sat close beside his father, leaning against his soft fur. CUTIS began grooming his son gently, picking tiny bits of dust from Bon’s head. It was their special bonding time — a quiet, loving moment between father and child. Bon felt so safe, so warm, and so loved.
After finishing his banana, Bon started looking at the fruit basket again. There were mangoes, guavas, and some papayas. His little mind was already planning his next move. CUTIS, noticing the sparkle in Bon’s eyes, shook his head slowly as if to say, “Not again, son.”
But Bon was clever. He climbed onto the table with surprising agility for such a small monkey. The caretaker laughed softly. “Look at him go, CUTIS. He’s just like you — always after the fruit!”
Bon picked up a tiny piece of mango and held it out toward his father. It was his way of sharing — a sweet little gesture he had learned from CUTIS. The father monkey took the fruit gently and ate it, making Bon giggle with delight. Then Bon reached for another piece, but it slipped out of his hands and splattered on the ground. He looked at it, then at his father, confused.
CUTIS climbed down, picked up the mango piece, and showed Bon how to hold it properly. He even peeled off a bit of skin to make it easier for his son. Bon watched carefully, his head tilted to the side, learning every movement. It was a simple moment — but one filled with love, patience, and quiet teaching.
After a while, Bon’s belly was full, and his little energy began to fade. He crawled into his father’s lap, snuggling against his warm chest. CUTIS wrapped his arms gently around him, rocking him softly back and forth. Bon yawned, showing his tiny teeth, and his eyelids drooped.
The caretaker smiled from across the yard. “You see that, CUTIS? He’s happiest when he’s with you.” CUTIS blinked slowly, as if he understood perfectly. He knew his son wasn’t just hungry for fruit — he was hungry for love, warmth, and the comfort of being close to his dad.
The world around them grew quieter. Only the soft chirping of birds and the rustling of leaves filled the air. Bon’s breathing slowed as he drifted into a peaceful nap in his father’s arms. CUTIS continued to groom him gently, watching over him with tender eyes.
As the sun began to set, the caretaker brought out a few more bananas. CUTIS took one and peeled it, setting it beside Bon for when he woke up. Then, with a deep sigh of contentment, he leaned back and gazed at the golden sky.
He remembered when Bon was just a tiny baby — too weak to climb, too shy to eat without help. Now he was growing stronger every day, learning how to eat fruit, share, and explore. CUTIS felt proud. His little boy was becoming a clever and brave young monkey.
A soft sound came from Bon as he stirred awake. His tiny hands reached up, still half-asleep, searching for his father. CUTIS quickly pulled him close again, whispering in monkey chatter, a language only they understood. Bon opened his eyes, saw the banana waiting for him, and smiled sleepily. He took a bite, still in his father’s arms.
That sight — the little one eating happily while cuddled close — was enough to melt anyone’s heart.
When night finally fell, CUTIS carried Bon back to their sleeping corner. The moonlight shone faintly through the trees, wrapping them in silver. Bon nestled deeper into his father’s chest, his small hand resting over CUTIS’s arm.
Tomorrow would bring another sunny day, more fruit, and more lessons. But for now, they just rested — father and son, together in peace.
The caretaker whispered softly, “Goodnight, CUTIS. Goodnight, little Bon.”
CUTIS blinked once in reply. Then he closed his eyes, his arms still protectively around his son.
And there, under the soft glow of the moon, Baby Monkey Bon slept soundly — dreaming, perhaps, of bananas, mangoes, and his loving father who always made sure he was never hungry, never lonely, and always loved. 🍌🐒💛
