The moon hung low over the quiet village, casting pale silver light across the trees and huts. The world was asleep — everything still, except for one anxious little monkey named CUTIS. He couldn’t rest. Something felt wrong tonight. Deep in his chest, a strange unease kept tugging at him, like a whisper saying, “Go. Go find her.”
Earlier that evening, Mom — the kind woman who always cared for CUTIS and his little monkey family — had left for the nearby market. She was heavily pregnant, her steps slower, her breaths careful. CUTIS had wanted to go with her, but she’d smiled gently and said, “Stay home, CUTIS. It’s just a short walk. Take care of baby monkey for me.”
But now… hours had passed. The crickets had stopped singing. The wind had turned cold. Still, Mom hadn’t come back.
The Midnight Restlessness
CUTIS sat by the door, his tail twitching nervously. The moonlight shimmered on his fur. Baby monkey, fast asleep in the corner, let out a tiny snore. CUTIS looked at him with worry. “I’ll be right back, little one,” he whispered softly. “I have to find Mom.”
He glanced around the hut once more — the flickering lamp, the empty chair, the silence — then slipped into the darkness outside.
The forest was quiet but not peaceful. The air was thick with fog and the distant hoot of an owl. CUTIS’s small feet padded silently over the dirt path as he sniffed the air, listening for any familiar sound — a voice, footsteps, anything. But all he could hear was the soft rustling of leaves.
“Mom…” he called softly, his voice trembling. “Where are you?”
The night swallowed his words.
The Journey Begins
CUTIS picked up speed. His little heart beat fast as he ran past the trees and through the tall grass. The moon followed him like a silent guardian. He passed the market road — dark now, stalls closed, baskets empty. A few stray dogs barked in the distance, but CUTIS didn’t stop. He kept running, scanning every shadow, every corner.
Then — he heard something. A faint, strained sound. It came from deeper down the path, near the old bridge. CUTIS froze, ears twitching. That voice — it sounded like… Mom!
“Help…” It was soft, weak, and full of pain.
Without hesitation, CUTIS dashed toward the sound.
The Frightening Discovery
He found her under the old wooden bridge, half-sitting, half-lying on the ground. Her face was pale, sweat glistening on her forehead. She held her stomach tightly, breathing heavily.
“Mom!” CUTIS cried, rushing to her side. He climbed onto her arm, touching her face gently with his tiny hand.
Her eyes fluttered open, and when she saw him, a faint smile formed. “CUTIS… you came.”
Tears filled CUTIS’s eyes. He nodded quickly, his little heart aching. He could see she was in pain — maybe the baby was coming early.
“CUTIS,” she whispered weakly. “Please… get help… I can’t… walk.”
CUTIS squeaked in panic. He didn’t understand everything she said, but he knew one thing: she needed help right now.
The Race for Help
CUTIS jumped to his feet and looked around frantically. The village doctor’s hut was far — nearly half a mile away through the forest path. But CUTIS didn’t care. He took off running, faster than he ever had before.
Branches whipped his fur. Stones scraped his tiny feet. But he didn’t stop. Every second counted.
He swung across vines to save time, leaping from tree to tree, his mind repeating only one thought — Mom needs help. Mom needs help.
When he reached the village, the lamps were out, everyone asleep. CUTIS climbed to the doctor’s window and started banging with his tiny fists, shrieking in distress.
The doctor, startled awake, opened the window. “CUTIS? What’s wrong?”
CUTIS pointed urgently toward the forest, screeching louder, jumping up and down. The doctor understood immediately. He grabbed his medical bag and lantern and ran after CUTIS, who led the way like a lightning bolt through the night.
The Rescue Under the Moon
When they arrived back at the bridge, Mom was still there — weak, trembling, but conscious. “It’s okay,” the doctor said gently, kneeling beside her. “You’re going to be alright. CUTIS brought me just in time.”
CUTIS stayed by her side, holding her hand as the doctor checked her pulse and helped her breathe through the pain.
Minutes felt like hours, but the doctor worked calmly, reassuringly. “She’s in labor,” he said softly. “We have to move her to the house.”
CUTIS jumped onto the cart nearby and began tugging at the rope, helping however he could. With the doctor’s help, they lifted Mom gently and began pushing the cart back through the moonlit path. CUTIS sat near her, his small hand resting on hers, never letting go.
The Long Night
Back home, the doctor quickly set up what he needed. The air was tense — a mix of fear and hope. Yen Nhi, who had woken up after hearing the commotion, ran to help. “Is she okay?” she whispered.
“She will be,” the doctor replied. “But she’s strong — and so is her little helper.” He looked at CUTIS with admiration. “He saved her life tonight.”
CUTIS stayed close, pacing anxiously, watching as the doctor helped Mom through each contraction. The room filled with soft cries, then silence, then — a sound that melted every heart.
A baby’s first cry.
CUTIS froze, his eyes wide. Yen Nhi gasped with joy. “It’s a girl!”
Mom smiled weakly, tears glimmering in her eyes. “Thank you, CUTIS,” she whispered. “You found me… and you brought us home.”
The First Morning Light
Hours later, the first rays of dawn touched the village. The night’s fear had passed, replaced by calm and gentle warmth. Mom rested peacefully with her newborn daughter wrapped in a soft blanket. The baby’s tiny hand reached out and grabbed CUTIS’s finger, holding it tightly.
CUTIS stared, eyes full of wonder. He had never seen anything so small and beautiful. He leaned closer and made a soft cooing sound, as if promising to protect her forever.
Mom watched with a tired smile. “Looks like she already loves you,” she whispered.
CUTIS sat proudly beside them, his fur glowing golden in the morning light. He had run through the dark, faced his fears, and saved someone he loved — and now, his family was whole again.
The Lesson of Love and Courage
That morning, the villagers learned what had happened — how CUTIS had gone out into the night alone, followed his instincts, and found Mom just in time. Everyone praised him, but CUTIS didn’t need the praise. He only cared that Mom and the baby were safe.
Yen Nhi hugged him tightly. “You’re our little hero,” she said softly. “You didn’t just save Mom — you saved a new life too.”
CUTIS looked at the baby again, who giggled softly in her sleep. He smiled, his heart full. For the first time in a long while, everything felt right.
From that day on, CUTIS became even more protective. Wherever Mom and the baby went, he followed — always alert, always ready. When the baby cried, CUTIS would rock her cradle gently. When Mom was tired, he brought her fruit and water. He never forgot that terrifying night — the darkness, the fear, the urgency — but he also never forgot the light that followed.
Because sometimes, courage isn’t loud or powerful. Sometimes, it’s the quiet determination of a small heart that refuses to give up on the ones it loves.
That midnight, CUTIS learned what true love meant — not just playing, not just laughter, but running into the dark when someone you care about needs you most.
And as the stars faded into the morning sun, the brave little monkey sat beside his family, finally at peace, knowing he had done something that would be remembered forever.
CUTIS — the hero who ran through the midnight to find his pregnant Mom — and brought hope back home. 😓❤️🐒
