In the peaceful little village of Green Hill, where banana trees swayed in the breeze and chickens roamed freely, a baby monkey named Momo had recently become the star of everyoneâs heart. Momo was sweet, smart, and incredibly expressiveâbut there was just one very strange and funny problem.
Momo was shy to poop.
Yes, you heard it right. Every time little Momo felt the urge to go, heâd look around nervously, pull a leaf over his head, and pretend nothing was happening. Instead of doing his business, he would shuffle around awkwardly, holding it in. And like clockwork, it always ended the same wayâheâd get uncomfortable, fussy, and hide behind the bushesâŠwithout actually going.
At first, Farmer Cutis, Momoâs caretaker, didnât think much of it. âHeâs just a baby,â he said with a shrug. But days passed, and the signs were getting clearer. Momo was holding it in way too long.
âHeâs going to burst!â Cutis joked one morning, watching Momo make the silliest grumpy face, his tiny hands clutching his belly.
Cutis decided it was time to take action.
He tried everything. He read monkey books. He fed Momo bananas, papayas, and even prunes. He made soft beds of leaves in quiet corners of the garden. He even played soft flute music to help Momo relax. But nothing worked.
âMaybe he needs a special place,â said Auntie Lila, the village herbalist. âSomewhere private, just for him.â
So Cutis built the Momo Poop Palace. It was a small bamboo hut with heart-shaped leaves hanging over the entrance, a gentle swing inside, and even a stuffed teddy monkey for company. It was adorable.
But Momo took one look at it, sniffed, and ran away.
âOh, come on!â Cutis groaned, flopping down on the grass. âThat was my best work!â
Days turned into a week. Momo was getting grumpier by the hour. He refused to play with his favorite toys. He wouldnât chase butterflies. And he even said ânoâ to mango juice, which was his ultimate treat.
Cutis couldnât take it anymore.
âOkay, this is war,â he declared. âOperation Poop Freedom begins now!â
He set up secret cameras (okay, they were actually his old phone balanced in coconut shells), trying to catch the moment Momo finally gave in. He made a poop chart on a big piece of cardboard with gold star stickers. He even made a poop-themed song.
đ” âIf youâve got to go, just let it flow! Donât be shy, just say hiâto the potty sky!â đ”
But Momo just covered his ears with his tiny hands and hid behind the laundry basket.
Cutis sighed. âThis baby monkey is going to drive me bananas.â
One hot afternoon, when even the frogs were too lazy to jump, Cutis had a crazy idea.
âMaybe Momo needs to see me do it,â he said slowly. âMaybeâŠhe needs to know itâs okay.â
And thatâs when things got hilarious.
The next morning, Cutis came out wearing a giant cardboard poop costume.
Thatâs right. A poop costume.
It was brown, swirly, and had big googly eyes on it. Heâd even made a smiley face on the front. He called it âMr. Poo.â
âGood morning, Momo!â he sang in a squeaky voice. âGuess what time it is? Itâs poop time!â
Momo stared at him, eyes wide. Then he burst into a fit of laughter.
Cutis wobbled toward the garden in the costume, squatting dramatically behind a tree.
âIâm pooooping!â he shouted in a silly voice. âOh, what a relief! Yay!â
Momo was on the ground rolling in laughter, clapping his tiny hands. He pointed at Cutis and made little âoo oo ah ahâ sounds, which clearly meant, âYouâre ridiculous, but I love it.â
That afternoon, Cutis repeated the performanceâthis time with musical background from a ukulele and a tiny wind chime he wore on his belt. He danced, he squatted, and he cheered every time Mr. Poo âsuccessfully went.â
By the third day, something magical happened.
Momo woke up, looked at Cutis, and pointed toward the bush. He shuffled over thereâŠturned around once, then againâŠhis tail twitchedâŠ
And thenâSUCCESS!
Momo finally pooped!
Cutis jumped up in victory. âYES! HE DID IT! THE CURSE IS BROKEN!â he shouted. He lifted Momo into the air like Simba in The Lion King. âOur baby monkey pooped!â
The whole village heard the cheer. Auntie Lila came running. So did the kids, the postman, and even Grandpa Moo, who usually didnât leave his hammock.
Cutis held a mini parade with Momo sitting on his shoulder wearing a paper crown that read: KING OF POO.
They had banana cupcakes, danced around the yard, and even gave Momo a medal that said âYou Did It!â in sparkly letters.
From that day on, Momo was no longer shy about pooping. In fact, he became a little too proud. Sometimes heâd poop just to get another cupcake. Or do a dramatic âpoop danceâ before going.
Cutis had to start saying, âOkay, buddy, no more parades every time you go. Weâre proud of youâbut we need our weekends back!â
Still, the memory of how Cutis saved the day with a poop costume and pure silliness stayed in everyoneâs hearts. The village kids even made a comic book about it: âCaptain Cutis and the Poop Crisis!â
And Momo? He grew up happy, healthy, and with a great sense of humorâthanks to one hilarious farmer who wasnât afraid to dress up like a poop to help someone he loved.
Moral of the story: Sometimes love looks like patience. Sometimes it looks like effort. And sometimesâŠit looks like a grown man in a poop costume dancing behind a bush.
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