It was a quiet morning on the farm — the kind of peaceful day that usually began with birds singing, baby monkeys chattering softly, and CUTIS, the kind-hearted farmer, preparing breakfast for his furry little family. The sun was just starting to rise, casting a warm golden glow over the trees. Everything seemed calm… until the unexpected happened.
CUTIS was feeding the animals when he heard a loud, panicked cry from the other side of the yard — a sound he would never forget. It was a sharp, trembling scream from Baby Monkey Lulu, who rarely cried unless something was terribly wrong. He dropped everything and ran as fast as he could.
When he reached the sound, he froze. There, near the wooden fence, CUTIS saw a cloud of dust, a broken basket of fruit, and his little dog Buddy barking frantically. In the middle of it all, Lulu was clinging to a tree post, trembling in fear. And just beside her — CUTIS’s heart stopped — lay a small figure motionless on the ground. It was another baby monkey, Bon.
“Bon! Oh no, Bon!” CUTIS shouted, rushing over. His hands shook as he carefully lifted the tiny body. Bon was breathing, but faintly. His arm was scratched, and there was a little blood near his ear. It looked like he had fallen from the fence while trying to reach some fruit that had rolled away.
CUTIS’s heart pounded in panic. He could feel the tears welling up, but he knew he had to stay calm. Lulu was crying, hugging Bon’s leg tightly, refusing to let go. CUTIS whispered softly, “It’s okay, little one. I’m here. Hold on, Bon. Don’t give up.”
He ran back to the house, carrying Bon in his arms. The animals followed — Buddy, the hens, even Sumi the older monkey — all sensing that something was wrong. CUTIS quickly cleaned Bon’s wounds and wrapped him in a warm towel. The baby’s breathing was shallow, his tiny chest rising and falling weakly. CUTIS prayed silently: Please, God, let him be okay. Please save my little Bon.
The minutes dragged on like hours. CUTIS sat beside Bon, gently stroking his fur. He whispered stories, trying to keep him calm, telling him about the bananas they would eat tomorrow and the games they’d play in the sunshine. Lulu stayed beside them, her small hands never leaving Bon’s side. Every so often, she would whimper softly, as if asking, Why isn’t he waking up?
CUTIS didn’t have an answer. All he could do was pray.
After some time, Bon’s breathing began to slow again. CUTIS’s fear grew deeper. He quickly prepared warm milk and tried to feed Bon with a tiny syringe. The baby monkey’s lips moved weakly, taking in just a little. That small sign gave CUTIS a flicker of hope.
He called his friend, the village vet, who promised to come right away. When the vet arrived, she checked Bon carefully, cleaned the wounds, and gave him an injection to help with the pain and swelling. “He’s strong,” she said softly. “If anyone can recover, it’s Bon. Just keep him warm and keep talking to him. He needs your love right now more than ever.”
CUTIS nodded, tears in his eyes. “Thank you,” he said, his voice trembling.
That night, CUTIS didn’t sleep. He stayed by Bon’s side, whispering gentle words of comfort. He held the baby monkey close, letting him hear the rhythm of his heart. Lulu curled up next to them, her little hand resting on Bon’s chest. Even Buddy lay quietly at their feet, as if standing guard.
Hours passed, and the night felt endless. But around dawn, CUTIS noticed something — Bon’s fingers twitched. It was small, but it was real. He called out, “Bon? Can you hear me, little one?” Bon’s eyes fluttered open for just a second. It was enough to make CUTIS smile through his tears.
“Thank you, God,” he whispered. “He’s coming back to us.”
Over the next few days, CUTIS gave Bon round-the-clock care. He mixed fruit, warm milk, and vitamins, feeding him gently every few hours. Lulu refused to leave her brother’s side — she even brought him her favorite blanket. When CUTIS played soft music, Bon would move slightly, as if recognizing the sound.
The entire farm seemed quieter during those days. The animals sensed the seriousness of the moment. Even the birds chirped softly instead of their usual loud calls. Everyone was waiting and hoping.
One afternoon, something beautiful happened. As CUTIS was preparing lunch, he heard a small sound — a faint giggle. He turned around and saw Bon trying to sit up, his tiny hands gripping the towel. Lulu squealed with joy and hugged him tightly. Bon let out a small, weak laugh.
CUTIS felt his heart burst with relief and happiness. “You did it, little fighter,” he said, smiling through tears. “You came back to us.”
He lifted Bon gently and held him close, whispering, “You scared us so much. Promise me you’ll be more careful next time, okay?” Bon blinked up at him with innocent eyes, as if understanding.
That evening, CUTIS lit a candle and prayed once more — this time with gratitude. “Thank you for protecting him,” he whispered. “Thank you for giving us another chance.”
As days turned into weeks, Bon grew stronger. His fur regained its shine, his playful energy returned, and soon he was back to climbing the fence — though now, CUTIS always kept a close eye on him. Lulu and Bon played together again, chasing each other around the yard, their laughter echoing in the warm air.
Every time CUTIS looked at them, he was reminded of that terrifying day. It had shaken him deeply, reminding him just how fragile and precious life was. He had always cared for his animals like family, but after that incident, his love for them only grew stronger.
He began to write small notes and share updates with his friends online — telling them about Bon’s recovery, Lulu’s devotion, and how prayers from around the world seemed to work miracles. People wrote back with kind words, saying how touched they were by the story and how they had prayed too.
One comment stood out: “Love heals all. The bond between you and your animals is a blessing.” CUTIS smiled as he read it. Yes, it truly was.
Months later, the farm was back to its joyful self. CUTIS could often be seen sitting under the big mango tree, Bon on his lap, Lulu beside him, and Buddy sleeping nearby. The sunset bathed them all in soft orange light, a perfect symbol of peace after a storm.
CUTIS often thought back to that frightening morning — the cry, the fall, the fear — and realized how much it had taught him. Life can change in a heartbeat, but love and faith can bring healing even in the darkest moments.
Now, whenever he looks at Bon playing in the sunshine, CUTIS smiles and says softly, “You’re our miracle, little one. We’ll never stop thanking God for you.”
And somewhere deep inside, Bon seems to understand — because he climbs onto CUTIS’s shoulder, gives him a gentle hug, and nuzzles his cheek, as if to say: Thank you for not giving up on me. 💗
Please keep praying for all the little lives around us — human and animal alike. Because love, kindness, and care truly make miracles happen.
