
If anyone in the village thought they understood business, they had clearly never met CUTIS. CUTIS was not an ordinary monkey. He wasnât just cleverâhe was dangerously clever. The kind of clever that made humans scratch their heads, chickens change direction mid-walk, and even the old village dogs sit down as if attending a lecture. And on this unforgettable day, CUTIS was about to introduce the most ridiculous, hilarious, and shockingly effective sales tactic anyone had ever witnessed.
It all began on a sunny morning when CUTIS noticed something unusual. Dad was cleaning the old storage room, pulling out dusty boxes and muttering about âjunkâ and âno value.â CUTISâs ears perked up. Junk? No value? To CUTIS, that sounded like opportunity knockingâloudly.
CUTIS hopped onto a box and peered inside. Broken cups, mismatched spoons, colorful ribbons, old hats, empty jars, and even a cracked mirror stared back at him. CUTIS tilted his head, eyes sparkling. In his mind, he didnât see junk. He saw products. Premium products.
Within minutes, CUTIS had dragged everything into the yard. Mom came out, shocked.
âCUTIS! What are you doing?â
CUTIS responded with a confident chest thump and a dramatic gesture toward the pile, as if saying, Relax. This is business.



The setup was unbelievable. CUTIS arranged the items neatly on a wooden table. He wiped the table carefully, even blowing dust away like a professional shop owner. Then came the final touch: a handwritten signâscribbled with help from Dad earlierâreading:
âCUTIS SUPER DEALS â ONE DAY ONLY!â
No one knew how CUTIS learned the words âsuper deals,â but somehow, he did.
The first customer was Grandma from next door. She stopped, laughed, and shook her head.
âA monkey selling things? What nonsense!â
CUTIS immediately jumped into action.
He grabbed a cracked cup, polished it on his fur, and handed it to Grandma with both hands. Then he pointed to his mouth, pretending to drink tea, closed his eyes dramatically, and sighed in happiness. Grandma burst out laughing.
âHow much?â she asked jokingly.
CUTIS held up one finger.
âOne dollar?â
CUTIS shook his head and held up two fingers⌠then added a third finger slowly, watching her reaction carefully.
âThree dollars? For this broken cup?â
CUTIS nodded confidently, thenâhere was the genius partâhe added a free spoon into the cup and bowed deeply.




Grandma laughed so hard she paid without arguing.
And just like that, the legend began.
Word spread faster than ripe bananas disappearing from the kitchen. People came âjust to look,â but CUTIS had a tactic for everyone. For kids, he made funny faces and offered shiny ribbons. For adults, he nodded seriously like a wise businessman. For elders, he bowed respectfully and added bonus items âby accident.â
CUTIS never spoke a word, yet somehow everyone understood him perfectly.
His ultimate sales tactic was simple but deadly effective: emotion first, product second, laughter always.
At one point, CUTIS sold an empty jar by pretending it contained âinvisible honey.â He dipped his finger inside, licked it, widened his eyes, and danced as if tasting the sweetest thing on earth. The buyer laughed, paid, and proudly carried home an empty jar, telling everyone, âThis honey is special!â
Dad stood in the corner, arms crossed, mouth open.
âIs⌠is my monkey scamming the village?â
Mom replied calmly, âNo. Heâs outperforming most salespeople.â
By noon, CUTIS had a small pile of money. He sat down and began counting, using fingers, toes, and occasionally his tail. His face was serious, tongue sticking out slightly in concentration.
One⌠two⌠threeâŚ
Then more customers arrived.





CUTIS jumped back up, even though his hands were already tired. Sweat glistened on his forehead. This monkey was working harder than ever, but quitting wasnât an option. This was peak business time.
A man tried to bargain. CUTIS listened politely, nodded⌠then crossed his arms, turned his back dramatically, and pretended to walk away. The man panicked.
âWait! Iâll pay full price!â
CUTIS turned back instantly, smiling like an angel.
Another customer asked, âWhy should I buy this old hat?â
CUTIS put it on, struck a heroic pose, puffed his chest, and marched like a king. The crowd applauded. The hat sold instantly.
CUTISâs reputation exploded. Someone shouted, âCUTIS, you should open a shop in the city!â
CUTIS pretended to faint at the idea, making everyone laugh even harder.
By late afternoon, the money pile had grown huge. CUTIS sat again, counting and recounting. His fingers slowed down. He shook his hands, flexed them, rubbed them together, and sighed deeply.
Tired hands, but a very happy heart.
CUTIS looked at the money, then at Dad, then at Mom. He pushed part of the pile toward them. Not because he had toâbut because he wanted to. The crowd went silent for a moment.
âAwwâŚâ someone whispered.





Then CUTIS did something unexpected. He picked up the remaining money, struggled to hold it all, and tried counting again. His hands cramped. He made an exaggerated pain face, shook his hands wildly, and collapsed backward dramatically onto the grass.
The crowd exploded with laughter.
âLOOK! CUTIS IS TIRED FROM COUNTING MONEY!â
âTHIS IS THE FIRST TIME IâVE SEEN SOMEONE EXHAUSTED BY SUCCESS!â
CUTIS lay there, one eye open, watching the reaction. When he saw everyone laughing, he smiled and gave a thumbs-up.
Mission accomplished.
By evening, the table was empty. No products left. Just stories, laughter, and disbelief. People went home shaking their heads, saying, âI bought something useless today⌠and Iâve never been happier.â
Dad carried CUTIS inside, still laughing.
âYou little genius,â he said. âWhat am I going to do with you?â
CUTIS rested his head on Dadâs shoulder, pretending to sleep, one hand still clutching a coin.
That night, CUTIS dreamed of markets, customers, and endless applause. His hands twitched, as if still counting money. Even in sleep, the businessman never stopped.
And thatâs how the ultimate sales tactic turned a pile of junk into a legend, made a whole village laugh, and left CUTIS with tired handsâbut a full heart and a story no one would ever forget.
Watch now đ Because when CUTIS sells, even common sense buys.
