It was a quiet morning on the farm, with the sun gently rising over the hills and birds chirping softly through the trees. CUTIS, the kind-hearted farmer, had just finished his morning chores and was getting ready to collect some firewood near the forest edge. As always, his little companion, the baby monkey named Miko, clung to his shoulder with bright eyes and boundless curiosity. They were the best of friends—inseparable, loyal, and always looking out for each other.
But that peaceful morning turned into a heart-stopping moment no one could have predicted.
CUTIS walked deeper into the woods, his boots crunching softly on the fallen leaves. Miko swung from branches nearby, occasionally jumping back to CUTIS’s shoulder to chatter cheerfully in his ear. Everything felt normal until CUTIS suddenly took a step forward—and the ground beneath him gave way.
Snap!
A concealed animal trap, likely left behind by an illegal hunter, clamped tightly around CUTIS’s leg. He cried out in pain, collapsing to the forest floor. Miko stopped mid-swing, his eyes widening with shock. At first, he didn’t understand what had happened. But when he saw CUTIS writhing in pain, blood staining his pant leg, Miko let out a shrill, panicked scream.
The baby monkey dashed toward CUTIS, his tiny hands trying to pry open the cruel iron jaws. But he was too small, too weak. CUTIS gritted his teeth, trying to comfort Miko, but the pain was too intense.
“Go… get help,” he whispered through clenched teeth. “Go, Miko!”
Miko paused for a moment, looking directly into CUTIS’s eyes. Then, as if he understood every word, he spun around and bolted through the trees.
The forest was thick, filled with tangled vines and rough paths, but Miko was fast and determined. He leapt over roots, dodged bushes, and scrambled up slopes. His heart pounded with fear. He didn’t know if CUTIS would be okay, but he knew he had to find someone. Anyone.
Miko first ran to the nearby river, where CUTIS often fished. No one was there. Panic rising, he continued on, heading for the farm’s main path. He chirped and squeaked loudly, hoping to catch the attention of anyone nearby.
Finally, after what felt like forever, Miko spotted a familiar figure: Grandma Lina, the elderly neighbor who sometimes brought CUTIS homemade bread. She was tending to her chickens when Miko burst into her yard, screeching frantically and tugging at her skirt.
“What on earth… Miko?” she gasped, recognizing the little monkey. “Where’s CUTIS?”
Miko darted in circles, then ran a few steps toward the woods before coming back, repeating the motion desperately. Lina understood—something was wrong.
She grabbed a walking stick and followed the monkey, her heart pounding. Miko led her at a sprinting pace, never slowing, never looking back. He stopped only when they reached the trap site.
Lina gasped when she saw CUTIS—sweating, pale, and barely conscious. The trap had cut deep, and he’d lost a lot of blood. Wasting no time, Lina knelt beside him.
“Oh dear boy,” she whispered. “Hang on.”
She wrapped his leg with her shawl to slow the bleeding and then took out her phone to call for help. As they waited, Miko climbed onto CUTIS’s chest, pressing his head against his human friend, trembling.
Within minutes, the sound of sirens echoed through the forest path. Paramedics arrived, and with great care, they pried the trap open and freed CUTIS. They lifted him onto a stretcher, and Miko tried to follow, but one of the medics gently stopped him.
“No, little guy, you need to stay here.”
But Miko wouldn’t accept it. He jumped up onto the back of the ambulance and clung tightly to the door handle. The medics, moved by his loyalty, finally allowed him to sit beside CUTIS in the vehicle.
At the hospital, doctors treated the wound and gave CUTIS a blood transfusion. Miko never left his side, even when he had to sit quietly on the windowsill or wait outside the operating room. Nurses took turns feeding him bananas and giving him small blankets, but Miko only cared about CUTIS.
Word of the incident spread through the village and quickly online. The story of the baby monkey who ran for help touched hearts around the world. People sent in messages of support, donations for CUTIS’s recovery, and even toys for Miko.
When CUTIS finally opened his eyes in the hospital bed, the first thing he saw was Miko, curled up beside him, his eyes closed in exhaustion. Tears welled up in CUTIS’s eyes as he reached out and gently stroked the monkey’s fur.
“You saved me,” he whispered.
Miko stirred and blinked, letting out a soft chirp. CUTIS chuckled, weak but full of gratitude.
In the following days, CUTIS recovered steadily, and Miko never left his side. Reporters came to interview him, animal rescue teams came to remove remaining traps in the forest, and local authorities launched an investigation into the poachers responsible.
A week later, CUTIS returned home, still limping but alive, thanks to Miko’s courage. The village welcomed him back with cheers and flowers. That night, under the stars, CUTIS and Miko sat quietly on the porch.
“You’re more than just a monkey,” CUTIS said softly. “You’re family.”
Miko snuggled close, wrapping his arms around CUTIS’s arm. And in that peaceful silence, both man and monkey knew their bond was now unbreakable.
The trap may have threatened CUTIS’s life, but it also revealed the strength of love, loyalty, and the heart-stopping bravery of a baby monkey who refused to give up.
The End.
