The jungle morning started like any other—sunlight drifting through the treetops, the sound of rustling leaves dancing in the breeze, and the chatter of birds echoing across the forest floor. But for CUTIS and the tiny baby monkey he loved like a sibling, this morning would turn into something unforgettable.
CUTIS was always alert, always curious, and always prepared for mischief. But today, for once, he wasn’t thinking about trouble. He was thinking about breakfast—fruits hanging high on a tree, ripe and glowing with morning dew. As he climbed carefully, he noticed the baby monkey, whom everyone affectionately called Miko, following him clumsily. Miko was tiny, energetic, and always eager to prove he could do whatever CUTIS did.
But today… something was wrong.
Miko wasn’t climbing like his usual brave self. His steps were wobbly, his breathing quick, and he looked unusually quiet. CUTIS paused, clinging to a branch with one hand, turning to look at the little baby’s trembling body.
At first, he thought Miko was simply tired. But then he saw something that made his eyes widen—
Miko’s tiny leg was caught, twisted awkwardly between two branches.
The little monkey let out a soft cry, one filled with pain and fear.
CUTIS froze.
His heart pounded in his chest.
This wasn’t a small problem.
This was a big problem.
CUTIS scrambled closer to help, trying to pull the branch apart, but despite his strength and determination, the wood wouldn’t budge. Miko whimpered, tears forming in his eyes. CUTIS touched his cheek gently, murmuring small comforting grunts the way older monkeys did.
But comfort wasn’t enough.
CUTIS had to do something. Fast.
There was only one solution—
Find Mom.
CUTIS looked down at the forest floor, far below them. The height didn’t matter. His fear didn’t matter. Only Miko mattered.
With one determined leap, CUTIS descended the tree as fast as his limbs could carry him, swinging from branch to branch, sliding down vines, landing on the ground with a thud—but he didn’t stop.
“Mom! Mom! MOM!”
His cries echoed through the jungle as he sprinted between bushes and rocks.
Mommy Lora, the gentle and wise matriarch of their little troop, was nearby, searching for breakfast with a few other adults. She raised her head instantly, hearing the panic in CUTIS’s voice.
CUTIS stumbled to her, breathless, eyes wide with urgency. He tugged at her arm, pulling, pointing, grunting loudly as if every second mattered.
Mom knew this wasn’t a game.
CUTIS wasn’t playing.
He was terrified.
She followed him without hesitation.
CUTIS ran so fast his feet barely touched the ground. He kept glancing back to make sure Mom was close behind. His heart felt like it was beating outside his chest, each step echoing with his desperate fear for Miko.
When they reached the tall tree, CUTIS pointed upward frantically. Mom didn’t waste a moment. With the grace and confidence only a mother possessed, she climbed toward the trembling baby.
CUTIS stayed below, pacing, biting his fingers, unable to stand still. He could hear Miko’s tiny cries, each one shredding his heart.
Mom reached Miko within seconds. She saw the trapped leg, the swollen little paw, the panic flooding the baby’s face. With strong hands and calming clicks of her tongue, she examined the branch closely.
CUTIS watched from below, barely breathing.
Then, with one powerful move, Mom wrapped her arms around the stubborn branch and pushed. The wood groaned. Leaves shook. Miko squealed. CUTIS jumped nervously.
One more push—
Another groan—
And then—
CRACK!
The branch split just enough for Miko’s leg to slide free.
CUTIS let out a cry of relief so loud the birds startled from nearby trees.
Mom cradled Miko in her arms, checking him carefully. His leg was bruised, but it wasn’t broken. She groomed him gently, soothing him with soft sounds, kissing the top of his head. The baby relaxed into her chest, his tiny hands clinging to her fur for comfort.
CUTIS climbed up quickly to them, breathless and emotional. He pressed his forehead to Miko’s, checking him over like a worried big brother. Miko let out a soft squeak and nuzzled CUTIS’s cheek, grateful beyond words.
Mom smiled warmly at the two boys. She knew how close they were, how much CUTIS loved Miko. She stroked CUTIS’s back with reassurance—he had done the right thing, and she was proud.
Together, slowly and carefully, they climbed back down to the forest floor where the troop gathered around them. Everyone came closer, grooming Miko, comforting him, showing the love that held their family together.
CUTIS sat close, keeping one protective arm around the baby’s tiny body. His expression was serious, almost adult-like. It wasn’t just fear he had felt—it was love, deep and powerful.
He knew now that being the older sibling wasn’t about being funny or mischievous. It was about being responsible. Being brave. Being ready to run for help when someone needed him.
Miko leaned against CUTIS, tired from the ordeal. CUTIS held him a little tighter, promising silently that he would always be there.
Mom sat beside them, her calm presence soothing everyone. She continued grooming Miko gently, cleaning the little scratches and licking away the dirt from his fur. CUTIS watched her, learning, absorbing every movement. One day, he would be as wise and strong as she was.
The sun climbed higher, lighting the clearing with warm gold. The danger had passed. The tension melted slowly into relief, then into peaceful quiet.
Miko eventually fell asleep curled against CUTIS’s chest. CUTIS wrapped both arms around him protectively and rested his head on top of Miko’s, letting out a final sigh.
Mom watched with a soft smile, the kind only mothers understand.
A big problem had come—but love made the solution possible.
CUTIS had run for help.
Mom had acted without hesitation.
And together, they saved the baby.
The forest continued its melody—birds singing, leaves whispering—but within the troop, another song played:
A song of family, bravery, and the unbreakable bond between CUTIS, Miko, and their devoted mom.
And from that day on, whenever CUTIS climbed trees, Miko watched him more carefully. And whenever Miko climbed with him, CUTIS never let him out of his sight.
Because CUTIS wasn’t just a playmate anymore.
He was a protector.
A big brother.
And a hero—at least in Miko’s tiny, grateful heart.
