It was a warm afternoon in the peaceful little village, where CUTIS and his family lived happily together. The golden sunlight filtered through the trees, birds chirped in the distance, and the air smelled sweet with ripe mangoes. Everything seemed perfect — until something unexpected happened that would test just how clever and loving the baby monkey really was.
CUTIS had been full of energy that day. From morning till noon, he ran around chasing butterflies, playing hide-and-seek with his baby monkey friend, and stealing bananas from the fruit basket when Mom wasn’t looking. But as the day grew hotter, CUTIS began to feel a bit tired. Still, he refused to rest. He climbed trees, splashed water in the pond, and even danced around, making everyone laugh with his silly antics.
Mom watched from the kitchen window and called out, “CUTIS! You’ve been playing all morning! Come and drink some water!”
But CUTIS, being his mischievous self, just giggled and waved his hand as if to say, “I’m fine, Mom!” Then he ran off again. The baby monkey followed him, clapping and squeaking in excitement.
The two played near the mango tree, picking small fruits and pretending to cook with them. CUTIS made funny sounds, pretending to be a chef while the baby monkey mimicked him adorably. But after a while, CUTIS started to slow down. His movements became sluggish, and his breathing sounded a bit heavy. The baby monkey tilted its head, watching CUTIS carefully.
Then, suddenly — CUTIS swayed, blinked twice, and collapsed on the soft grass.
The baby monkey froze, confused and scared. CUTIS lay still, his tiny hands limp and his eyes closed. The baby monkey tried to shake him awake, touching his arm gently and making small whimpering sounds. “Eek? Eek?” It was as if the little one was asking, “Brother, what’s wrong?”
But CUTIS didn’t move.
Panic filled the baby monkey’s heart. It jumped up, looked around, and realized it needed to do something — fast. The smart little monkey remembered Dad was down by the stream, washing some vegetables for dinner. Without another thought, it dashed off, running as fast as its tiny legs could go.
When it reached Dad, it started jumping up and down frantically. “Eek! Eek! Eek!” it cried, tugging at Dad’s leg.
Dad looked down, surprised. “Hey, what’s wrong, little one? Where’s CUTIS?”
The baby monkey squeaked louder, waving its arms toward the direction of the mango tree, then ran a few steps, looked back, and gestured for Dad to follow. Dad’s instincts told him something was seriously wrong. He dropped the vegetables instantly and ran after the baby monkey, who led the way with incredible urgency.
When they arrived, Dad’s heart sank. There was CUTIS — lying motionless under the tree. “Oh no!” Dad gasped, rushing over. He gently lifted CUTIS into his arms, feeling his forehead. It was warm — too warm. CUTIS had fainted from exhaustion and dehydration.
“CUTIS, wake up! Come on, son!” Dad called out softly, tapping his cheek. The baby monkey watched with wide, teary eyes, trembling from fear.
Dad quickly carried CUTIS back to the house. “Mom! Hurry! CUTIS fainted!” he shouted.
Mom dropped everything she was doing and ran out, her face pale with worry. She brought a wet cloth and a bowl of cool water. “Oh, my poor baby,” she whispered, wiping CUTIS’s forehead carefully.
The baby monkey stayed close, holding onto CUTIS’s tail gently, as if it didn’t want him to disappear.
Dad fanned CUTIS to keep him cool, while Mom kept wiping his body with the damp cloth. Minutes felt like hours. Then, finally, CUTIS’s fingers twitched. He groaned softly, his eyes fluttering open.
The moment he moved, everyone gasped in relief. The baby monkey squealed joyfully and threw its little arms around CUTIS’s chest.
“Easy, easy,” Dad said with a smile, tears in his eyes. “You scared us, CUTIS.”
CUTIS blinked, still dizzy. “What happened…?” he murmured weakly.
Mom gave him a small sip of water. “You fainted, sweetheart. You played too much and didn’t drink enough.”
CUTIS sat up slowly, supported by Dad, while the baby monkey cuddled next to him protectively, refusing to leave his side. CUTIS looked at his little friend and smiled faintly. “You… got Dad?” he asked.
The baby monkey squeaked proudly and nodded. Everyone laughed softly. Even in a scary moment, that tiny creature had shown remarkable intelligence and love.
After resting a bit, CUTIS regained his strength. Mom made him some fruit juice, and Dad told him he needed to take it easy for the rest of the day. CUTIS agreed, feeling embarrassed but grateful. He reached out his hand, giving the baby monkey a gentle pat on the head. “You’re my little hero,” he said warmly.
From that day, CUTIS and the baby monkey became even closer. Wherever CUTIS went, the little one followed. They ate together, played together, and napped side by side under the same tree where the fainting incident happened.
A few days later, when CUTIS was fully recovered, Dad told everyone in the village what had happened. “You wouldn’t believe it,” he said proudly, “that tiny monkey ran all the way to me when CUTIS fainted. Without him, who knows what could have happened.”
The villagers were amazed. They praised the baby monkey for its bravery and cleverness. Some even brought bananas and treats as gifts for the little hero. CUTIS laughed and shared his snacks with his best friend, saying, “You deserve it!”
That evening, as the sun set behind the trees, CUTIS sat with Dad, Mom, and the baby monkey. The air was calm, and the sound of crickets filled the air. CUTIS leaned against Dad’s shoulder and said quietly, “Dad, I learned something today.”
“What’s that, son?” Dad asked, smiling.
“That no matter how strong or playful we think we are, we always need to rest and take care of ourselves. And… we should always appreciate those who look out for us.”
Dad nodded proudly. “That’s a wise lesson, CUTIS.”
Mom smiled gently. “And you’re lucky to have a little friend who loves you so much.”
CUTIS looked down at the baby monkey sleeping peacefully in his lap. He stroked its fur softly. “Yeah,” he whispered. “My little hero.”
From then on, CUTIS became more careful. He made sure to drink water and rest after playing. And whenever he saw the baby monkey looking tired, he would remind it to take a break too. The two had become more than just playmates — they were like brothers, bound by trust and love.
Sometimes, CUTIS would joke with Mom and Dad, saying, “If I ever faint again, at least I know my little doctor will save me!” Everyone would laugh, remembering that scary but heartwarming day.
Life went back to normal, filled with laughter, games, and happy moments. But something had changed inside CUTIS — a new sense of gratitude and maturity. He had learned how precious life and friendship truly were.
And as for the baby monkey? It continued to follow CUTIS everywhere, always watching out for him, ready to help if anything ever went wrong again.
Because on that unforgettable day, when CUTIS suddenly fainted, that tiny creature had shown the biggest heart. It proved that love, no matter how small, can make the greatest difference in the world.
And from that moment on, every time CUTIS saw his little friend’s bright eyes and playful smile, he remembered one thing — that courage and kindness can live even in the smallest hearts. 😰🙈💖
