It was one of those bright mornings when the village felt extra alive. Birds were arguing in the trees, roosters were announcing their importance to the world, and somewhere near the old wooden fence, Cutis the monkey was already planning trouble. Cutis was not an ordinary monkey. Everyone knew he was clever, curious, and just a little too confident for his own good. That confidence, however, was exactly what would turn an ordinary morning into an unbelievable story no one would stop laughing about for days.
Cutis had spotted something interesting near the goat shed: a shiny metal bowl filled with fresh corn. The goats’ breakfast. To Cutis, this was not theft—it was opportunity. He crept closer, tail swaying like a question mark, eyes shining with excitement. The goats were busy chewing, slow and calm, or so Cutis thought. He reached out, grabbed a handful of corn, and gave a small victorious squeak.
That was when the biggest goat lifted its head.
This goat was no joke. Tall, muscular, with curved horns and an attitude that screamed, “Not today.” The goat locked eyes with Cutis, froze for one dramatic second, and then charged forward with shocking speed. Corn flew everywhere. Cutis’ heart jumped into his throat, and in that instant, the game officially began.
Cutis leaped backward, flipping mid-air like an acrobat. The goat slammed into the fence with a loud thud, shaking the ground. Villagers nearby turned their heads, sensing chaos. Cutis landed gracefully, but there was no time to admire his skills. The goat had already recovered and was coming again, hooves pounding like thunder.
Instead of panicking, Cutis did what he did best—he thought fast. He sprinted toward a stack of baskets, jumped onto one, then another, using them like stepping stones. The goat followed, but its heavy body made it clumsy. One basket tipped over, another rolled away, and suddenly the goat was tangled in a mess of wicker and rope. Cutis paused for half a second, looked back, and made a cheeky face as if to say, “Too slow!”
But the goat was not done.
With a furious shake, it freed itself and charged again, even angrier now. Cutis dashed toward the washing line where clothes fluttered in the breeze. In one smooth move, he grabbed a shirt, swung around the pole, and released it right onto the goat’s face. The goat ran straight through the fabric, blinded for a moment, spinning in circles. Laughter erupted from nearby villagers who had gathered to watch the unbelievable scene.
Still, Cutis knew better than to celebrate too early. He raced toward the mango tree at the edge of the yard. Just as the goat lowered its head for one final charge, Cutis jumped, grabbed a low branch, and swung upward with perfect timing. The goat smashed into the tree trunk, stopped short, and stumbled backward in confusion.
From above, Cutis sat on a branch, chest rising and falling, eyes sparkling with triumph. He shook his tail proudly and let out a victorious chatter. The goat stared up at him, snorted loudly, and stomped the ground in frustration. The battle was over. The winner was clear.
But Cutis wasn’t finished entertaining his audience.
He climbed down slowly on the opposite side of the tree, sneaked behind the goat, and quietly picked up a single piece of corn from the ground. Then, with unbelievable boldness, he tossed it lightly toward the goat and scampered away laughing. The goat looked at the corn, then at Cutis disappearing into the trees, completely defeated.
The villagers burst into laughter and applause. Some shook their heads in disbelief, others wiped tears from their eyes. “That monkey is too smart,” one old man said. “Smarter than some people!”
Later that day, Cutis returned to his family, acting as if nothing extraordinary had happened. He groomed himself calmly, shared fruit with the baby monkeys, and rested in the shade like a hero who didn’t need recognition. But the story spread quickly. By evening, everyone was talking about Cutis’ smart and incredibly spectacular escape from the goat.
What made the story so special wasn’t just the chase—it was Cutis’ intelligence, creativity, and fearless spirit. He didn’t rely on strength. He relied on his mind. In a world full of bigger and stronger animals, Cutis proved that quick thinking and clever moves could turn danger into comedy.
And somewhere near the goat shed, the big goat stood chewing slowly, perhaps wondering how it had been outsmarted by a small monkey with a big brain and an even bigger personality. 😂🐒
