The morning sunlight filtered softly through the leaves, casting warm golden patches across the yard. It should have been a peaceful day—quiet, calm, full of the gentle moments Mom loved so much. But today, Mom sat alone on the wooden bench, her hands folded over her belly, her eyes clouded with worry.
CUTIS and the baby monkey—her two little guardians—were nowhere in sight.
Mom whispered shakily, “Please… Cutis, baby monkey… don’t leave Mom alone.”
Her voice trembled not from fear, but from the sudden emptiness pressing around her. For weeks now, CUTIS had become her shadow—following every step, sensing her exhaustion, sensing her pregnancy. And the baby monkey? He was the sunshine that stayed glued to her shoulder, always chattering, playing, or gently rubbing her belly as if greeting the little life inside.
But this morning, something was different.
CUTIS and the baby monkey had disappeared before sunrise.
Where Did They Go?
Mom placed a hand against her chest, trying to steady herself. “They never go far,” she murmured—but even she didn’t fully believe it.
Her mind wandered to all the possibilities:
Had CUTIS gone looking for Dad again?
Had the baby monkey followed him?
Could they have wandered too deep into the forest?
She tried calling out.
“Cutis!”
“Baby! Where are you?”
Only the rustling of leaves answered her.
Mom’s heart squeezed painfully. She felt suddenly vulnerable—pregnant, alone, and without her two protectors who always watched over her like loyal angels.
She rose from the bench, moving slowly but determinedly. Every step required effort, but love pushed her forward. She walked toward the garden, hoping to see CUTIS’s paw prints or hear the monkey’s familiar squeak.
Nothing.
She whispered again, voice small: “Please… don’t leave me alone.”
CUTIS’s Mission
On the other side of the property—far from Mom’s sight—CUTIS was running, nose to the ground, tail stiff with focus. He wasn’t playing. He wasn’t wandering.
CUTIS was on a mission.
Mom had been struggling more lately. Her back aching. Her steps slower. Her breaths heavier. CUTIS had seen everything. And last night, after she fell asleep, he heard Mom whisper sadly:
“I wish I had more… something soft for my belly. Something warm.”
CUTIS didn’t understand every word, but he understood what she felt. She needed comfort. She needed support. She needed something he could find.
So he left early, before she woke up, to search for anything useful—a warm cloth, a soft blanket, something comforting.
But CUTIS wasn’t alone.
The baby monkey had woken to find CUTIS slipping through the gate. And of course, being his mischievous but loyal companion, he immediately followed.
CUTIS barked softly at him, telling him to go back.
The baby monkey squeaked and clung to his tail—refusing.
CUTIS sighed and allowed it.
They were in this together.
Mom Searches for Her Babies
Meanwhile, back at home, Mom was growing exhausted. She walked toward the front path, calling their names again and again. Her breath grew shallow. Sweat dotted her forehead.
She sat down on a tree stump, pressing her hand against her swollen belly.
“It’s okay,” she whispered to the baby inside. “Mommy’s just a little scared.”
Her eyes filled with tears—not because she didn’t trust CUTIS, but because being pregnant had made her emotions more fragile. Everything felt bigger. Every worry felt heavier.
CUTIS always helped her stay calm.
The baby monkey always made her laugh.
But without them…
She felt like a bird without wings.
“Please, come back soon,” she whispered. “Mom needs you.”
CUTIS Finds What He Was Looking For
After nearly an hour of searching, CUTIS finally found something lying near the edge of the village—an old but soft scarf someone had dropped. It was thick, warm, and perfect for Mom’s belly.
CUTIS sniffed it, barked in satisfaction, and gently picked it up.
The baby monkey clapped his hands, proud of their find. CUTIS motioned with his head—it was time to go home.
But as they began their journey back, something unexpected happened.
A stray dog, larger and unfamiliar, stepped onto the path, blocking them. CUTIS stopped, lowering the scarf, standing protectively in front of the monkey. The stray growled softly.
The baby monkey trembled and jumped onto CUTIS’s back.
CUTIS let out a firm, deep bark—one that carried warning, confidence, and authority. CUTIS wasn’t a fighter, but he was brave. He held his ground.
After a tense moment, the stray dog backed away slowly, defeated by CUTIS’s determination.
CUTIS snorted proudly, picked up the scarf, and continued toward home.
The baby monkey hugged him tightly.
Mom’s Tears Turn to Relief
Mom had almost given up searching. Her legs were tired. Her heartbeat too fast. She sat on the porch, head in her hands.
“I shouldn’t have let you go,” she whispered to her missing babies. “Please… please come back.”
But then—
A bark.
A small, excited squeak.
Mom lifted her head sharply.
CUTIS came running down the path, the baby monkey clinging to his back like a tiny passenger.
Mom stood quickly—too quickly.
“CUTIS! Baby!”
CUTIS dropped the scarf and ran to her, tail wagging furiously. The baby monkey leaped onto her shoulder and wrapped his arms around her neck tightly.
Mom’s tears flowed freely.
“Oh thank goodness,” she sobbed softly. “Don’t leave Mom alone like that again. I was so worried.”
CUTIS whimpered, licking her hand apologetically. Then he gently nudged the scarf toward her belly. Mom looked down, her eyes widening.
“You… got this for me?” she whispered.
CUTIS wagged his tail.
The baby monkey patted the scarf proudly as if saying, We did it together!
Mom pressed the scarf against her belly. It was soft, warm, comforting—just what she needed.
“You two… you’re my angels,” she whispered.
Family, Back Together
Later, Mom sat on the porch with CUTIS resting against her legs and the baby monkey curled on her shoulder. The sun warmed them gently as a breeze brushed through the trees.
CUTIS nuzzled her belly protectively.
The monkey stroked it softly.
Mom smiled through the last of her tears.
“Don’t ever leave without telling me,” she whispered. “Mom needs you both so much.”
CUTIS barked once—
A promise.
The baby monkey kissed her cheek—
An apology.
And in that moment, the world felt whole again.
A little family.
A lot of love.
And a pregnant mom no longer alone.
