In a peaceful village surrounded by green rice fields and tall sugar palms, lived a kind-hearted farmer named Cutis. Known for his gentle ways and love for animals, Cutis was more than just a farmer — he was a friend to every living creature. Chickens followed him around the yard, birds sang from the trees when he passed, and even the shy forest deer weren’t afraid to peek at him from the bushes.
One warm afternoon, as the sun began to sink behind the mountains, casting long golden rays over the village, Cutis heard a faint cry coming from the edge of the forest. Curious, he followed the sound and discovered a tiny baby monkey lying beneath a tree, all alone and trembling. The baby’s fur was matted, and his little hands reached up toward Cutis as if asking for help.
Without hesitation, Cutis gently scooped up the baby monkey, whispering soothing words as he wrapped the tiny creature in his shirt. “Don’t worry, little one,” he said softly, “I’ll take care of you.”
Back at his modest farmhouse, Cutis prepared a warm bed made of soft cloth and banana leaves. He fed the baby monkey mashed fruit and goat milk, and stayed by his side throughout the night. The baby monkey, whom he named Koko, quickly grew attached to Cutis, always curling up on his chest or riding on his shoulder as they walked through the fields.
But Koko wasn’t the only one who needed care. Just a few weeks earlier, Cutis’s mother had fallen ill. Once full of energy and joy, she now spent most of her time resting in bed. Though she was a strong woman, age and illness had made her weak, and Cutis did everything he could to keep her spirits high — cooking for her, telling her stories, and bringing her hot tea with honey and herbs.
One morning, as Cutis entered his mother’s room carrying breakfast, Koko clung tightly to his back. The moment Cutis set the tray down, Koko hopped off and quietly walked over to the old woman. To Cutis’s amazement, the baby monkey climbed up onto the bed and gently held her hand, looking into her eyes with concern.
From that moment on, a beautiful bond grew between the baby monkey and Cutis’s mother. Koko became her little guardian. He would sit beside her during the day, stroke her fingers, and sometimes try to mimic Cutis by fanning her when it was too warm. Whenever she coughed or looked uncomfortable, Koko would run to fetch Cutis — tugging on his shirt and making urgent squeaks.
The villagers were touched by the story of Koko and how he became a loving helper. Children would come to the house just to watch the baby monkey bring fresh flowers to Cutis’s mother or gently pat her cheeks when she was sleepy. It was as if Koko had decided that this woman, who had raised such a kind son, deserved all the love in the world — even from a monkey.
Cutis, watching this bond grow, felt something stir in his heart. “Maybe love isn’t about species,” he thought. “It’s about kindness, care, and connection.”
Every day, the trio followed a sweet routine. Cutis would wake up early to tend the fields, Koko would help deliver tea or fruit to the mother, and the evenings were filled with quiet moments under the stars. Koko often curled up beside the woman, resting his head on her shoulder while Cutis read old storybooks aloud, his voice soft and warm.
One rainy afternoon, when the skies poured and thunder rumbled in the distance, Cutis’s mother suddenly became very weak. Her breathing slowed, and her hands trembled. Cutis rushed to her side, Koko following quickly, worry all over his tiny face.
As Cutis held his mother’s hand, tears filled his eyes. “You’ve done so much for me, Mom. Please stay strong.”
Koko, sensing the seriousness of the moment, crawled up to her chest and lay there gently. He placed one tiny hand on her heart and the other on her cheek, and stayed completely still. His warmth and presence seemed to calm her. She smiled faintly and whispered, “Such a sweet little soul… just like you, Cutis.”
That night, something miraculous happened. Though her body was weak, her heart grew stronger. The love surrounding her — from her son and the baby monkey — seemed to fill her spirit with new energy. She began to eat better, smile more, and even hum old lullabies again.
As weeks passed, Cutis’s mother regained her strength. She walked slowly at first, leaning on a cane, but always with Koko at her side like a furry nurse. The bond between them had healed her in ways no medicine could.
One day, she sat on the porch with Cutis and Koko as the sun painted the sky with orange and pink hues. Birds chirped, and a gentle breeze rustled the leaves. She turned to her son and said, “You saved that baby monkey’s life. And then, he helped save mine. You have a gift, Cutis — the gift of love.”
Cutis smiled and looked at Koko, who was now busy picking flowers to bring her. “We all saved each other,” he replied.
Word spread far and wide about the farmer, the baby monkey, and the mother who healed through love. People came not just to see Koko but to feel the warmth that filled their home. Cutis’s story reminded everyone that sometimes, the most powerful medicine in the world is a heart full of care — and that even the tiniest creature can make the biggest difference.
And so, in a small village where rice fields stretch to the horizon and kindness grows like wildflowers, a farmer, a monkey, and a mother taught the world what love really means.
