In the heart of a small riverside village, where the breeze carried the scent of fresh fruit and the sound of children playing echoed through the alleyways, lived one of the most unforgettable monkeys anyone had ever seen. His name was CUTIS—the monkey with sharp eyes, quick reflexes, and a personality so bold that even adults couldn’t help but laugh or shake their heads.
CUTIS wasn’t just smart.
CUTIS wasn’t just charming.
CUTIS had unbelievable ways of dealing with strangers that made him a legend in the village.
No one knew exactly where he came from. One morning, he simply appeared—small, fluffy, and determined, walking straight into the village market as if he owned the place. From that day forward, he became the little king of surprises.
The Tale Begins
It was a lively morning at the market when a few tourists arrived, holding cameras, snacks, and wide smiles. They’d heard rumors about a “clever monkey who behaves like a tiny human,” and naturally, they wanted to see him.
They didn’t have to look far.
CUTIS appeared out of nowhere—jumping from a vendor’s canopy, landing smoothly on a fruit table, and tilting his head with a proud smirk. His fur glowed golden-brown in the sun, and his eyes sparkled with curiosity.
One of the strangers gasped.
“There he is! CUTIS!”
CUTIS didn’t react like a normal monkey. Instead of running away or acting shy, he placed both hands on his waist and stared at them like:
“Yes, humans. What do you want?”
The strangers burst into laughter.
One woman held out a banana. “Here, CUTIS!”
CUTIS marched forward, sniffed the banana, lifted it carefully, and then—
SHOOK HIS HEAD dramatically.
He pushed the banana back at her with both hands.
He wanted mango, not banana.
Everyone laughed even harder.
“Wow! He’s picky!”
“He’s like a little kid!”
“CUTIS knows what he wants!”
The Sunglasses Incident
Another stranger, a tall man in a blue hat, tried to take a close-up picture. CUTIS calmly walked over and stared at the shiny sunglasses dangling from the man’s shirt pocket.
CUTIS froze.
His brain clicked.
He needed those glasses.
In one lightning-fast move—
SWOOP!
CUTIS snatched the sunglasses and put them on, tilting his head like a model on a magazine cover.
The entire crowd roared with laughter.
CUTIS loved the attention. He strutted across the market with the sunglasses sitting crooked on his tiny face, offering poses as if he were doing a photoshoot.
The man tried to retrieve his sunglasses, but CUTIS turned away sharply, giving him a look like:
“Excuse me, sir. The photoshoot is in progress.”
Even the vendors laughed so much their stomachs hurt.
CUTIS and the Tourist Bag
Later that afternoon, another group of strangers arrived, one of them carrying a small backpack full of snacks. CUTIS immediately zoned in. His eyes narrowed, and his tail flicked—the universal CUTIS sign that he was about to do something mischievous.
The stranger sat on a bench, placed the bag beside him, and began checking his phone.
CUTIS stepped quietly closer…
One step…
Two steps…
Three steps…
Everyone watched, barely breathing.
CUTIS reached for the zipper—
The man looked up.
CUTIS froze like a statue.
The man looked down at his phone again.
CUTIS zipped the bag OPEN in 0.3 seconds.
Inside were all sorts of wonders: chips, biscuits, a shiny water bottle, and a pack of gummy bears. CUTIS grabbed the gummy bears and sprinted.
“HEY!” the stranger shouted.
But CUTIS was already gone, running like a tiny furry thief with gold.
He climbed a tree, sat on a branch, and ripped open the gummies with his teeth.
Down below, the stranger sighed with disbelief.
“Wow… he’s unbelievable.”
Everyone agreed.
The Baby Moment
Not all CUTIS interactions were mischievous. Sometimes, he surprised everyone with his gentleness.
One afternoon, a family came to the village with a small baby girl. The baby giggled at the sight of CUTIS, reaching her tiny hands toward him.
CUTIS tilted his head, watching her carefully.
The mother hesitated.
“Will he bite?”
The villagers shook their heads.
“No, CUTIS loves babies.”
Slowly, CUTIS approached the baby. He touched her hand gently—almost tenderly.
The baby laughed again.
Then CUTIS did something no one expected:
He placed both of his tiny hands on his chest and bowed to her like a polite gentleman.
The family gasped.
The mother laughed.
The father took ten pictures.
CUTIS, proud of the applause, flipped backward and landed perfectly, as if saying:
“Thank you, thank you. CUTIS accepts your compliments.”
The Scare of the Day
But not every stranger came with good intentions. Late in the day, a rough-looking traveler entered the village. He didn’t smile. He didn’t greet anyone. Instead, he kicked a fruit basket out of his way and shouted angrily.
CUTIS, who had been munching on mango slices nearby, stood up tall.
He dropped his fruit.
He narrowed his eyes.
He puffed up his chest.
CUTIS jumped to the top of a vendor’s table and stared directly at the rude man.
The villagers watched nervously.
The man reached toward CUTIS, perhaps trying to scare him.
CUTIS didn’t move.
He slowly lifted one hand…
And slapped the man’s hand away.
The entire market gasped.
The rude man stepped back in shock.
CUTIS then began making sharp, loud warning calls—calls that echoed through the village.
Within seconds, other monkeys appeared on roofs, trees, and fences, all staring down at the man.
The traveler raised his hands in surrender.
“Okay! Okay! I’m leaving!”
He backed away slowly and ran off.
The villagers clapped for CUTIS.
One vendor lifted him up and said, “Smart CUTIS saved us again!”
CUTIS puffed out his chest proudly.
He loved applause almost as much as he loved mangoes.
The Legend Grows
By evening, the strangers who visited the village returned to their lodges with unforgettable stories:
“A monkey rejected my banana.”
“He took sunglasses from a man and wore them like a celebrity.”
“He opened my bag like a professional thief.”
“He bowed to my baby.”
“He scared away a rude man!”
CUTIS had become the star of the day.
Back at his favorite tree, CUTIS curled up with a full belly, sunglasses hanging around his neck like a trophy.
The villagers walked by, smiling at him.
“CUTIS,” one said, “you’re unbelievable.”
CUTIS opened one eye and grinned.
Of course he was.
That’s why the village loved him.
The End.
