In the heart of a small, peaceful village, where golden sunlight bathed the trees and the air buzzed with life, a baby monkey named Lala shared an unbreakable bond with a kind farmer named Cutis. The two had been together since Lala was rescued from the edge of the forest — scared, weak, and motherless. Cutis, a gentle man with a deep love for animals, had nursed the little monkey back to health, fed her, kept her warm, and taught her to trust again.
Lala followed Cutis everywhere — from the early morning chores in the garden to feeding the chickens and fetching water from the well. She rode on his shoulder or clung to his back, chirping happily as Cutis hummed his favorite songs. To anyone who saw them, they were more than a man and a monkey — they were family.
One sunny afternoon, everything changed.
Cutis had gone into the field to harvest some vegetables while Lala played nearby under the shade of a mango tree. The little monkey was happily rolling on the grass, tossing leaves in the air and mimicking birds, when she suddenly heard a strange sound — a loud thud followed by silence.
Curious, she scampered toward the sound. As she turned the corner of the garden, her little heart skipped a beat.
There, lying face down in the field, was Cutis — motionless.
Lala froze. For a moment, the world around her went quiet. The wind stopped blowing. The birds stopped singing. Then, panic set in.
Lala let out a loud, heart-wrenching cry. She ran to Cutis, tugged at his shirt, and squealed with desperation. She poked his shoulder, pulled his hand, and even tried to lift his head with her tiny arms. But Cutis didn’t move.
“Eeek! Eeeeeek!” Lala cried, louder this time, jumping up and down. Her tiny face was filled with terror. She placed her hand gently on his cheek and looked at him, eyes wide and filled with tears. “Please… wake up,” her eyes seemed to say.
Not knowing what else to do, Lala bolted toward the house. She burst through the open door, screeching wildly, jumping on the table, knocking over a cup, and making as much noise as she could. The neighbors, hearing the commotion, rushed over.
When they saw Lala’s distress, they knew something was wrong. The little monkey grabbed one of the women by her scarf and tried to pull her outside.
“Follow her!” one man shouted.
Lala led the group back to the field. When they saw Cutis lying there, everyone gasped. They rushed to his side, checking his pulse and calling his name.
“He’s breathing, but it’s faint!” someone cried. “Quick, we need to get help!”
Within minutes, a cart was brought, and Cutis was gently lifted onto it. All the while, Lala clung to his chest, refusing to let go. She whimpered softly, occasionally licking his hand, hoping for any sign of life.
At the clinic, the doctor determined that Cutis had collapsed from heat exhaustion and dehydration. He had overworked himself under the blazing sun and fainted. “He’s lucky,” the doctor said. “If that little monkey hadn’t alerted someone, we might’ve lost him.”
For two days, Cutis remained unconscious. Lala never left his side. She sat on his chest, curled up beside him, sometimes holding onto his finger. Whenever a nurse came in, Lala would look up hopefully, silently asking, “Is he better yet?”
On the third day, something miraculous happened.
As the sun streamed through the window, Cutis stirred. His fingers twitched. His eyes fluttered open.
“Lala…” he murmured weakly.
The little monkey’s ears perked up. She jumped to her feet and squealed joyfully, her whole body shaking with relief. She hugged his neck tightly and chirped with glee, tears running down her furry cheeks.
Cutis, weak but smiling, reached up to stroke her back.
“You saved me, little one,” he whispered.
News of Lala’s brave actions spread quickly. People from nearby villages came to visit, bringing fruit for Lala and flowers for Cutis. Local reporters even showed up, calling Lala a hero. But to Lala, none of that mattered. All she wanted was to see her friend well again.
A week later, Cutis was back on his feet. He walked slowly, with Lala riding gently on his shoulder, her arms around his neck as if she would never let him go again.
That night, under the starlit sky, Cutis sat on the porch with Lala in his lap. He looked at her with a mixture of pride and gratitude.
“Animals feel love,” he said to the few neighbors who had come to check in. “They feel fear, pain, joy — and they protect those they care about.”
Lala nestled closer to him, her small hand resting on his heart.
“She didn’t just save my life,” Cutis said. “She reminded all of us what it means to love without words.”
From that day on, Cutis and Lala’s bond only grew stronger. Wherever they went, people smiled and waved, whispering, “There go the heroes — the kind farmer and the brave baby monkey.”
And in their quiet village surrounded by fields and trees, their story became a symbol of hope, love, and the powerful connection between humans and animals.
