In the heart of a lush rainforest filled with chirping birds, giggling streams, and towering trees, there was a small animal sanctuary called Gentle Leaf Haven. This haven was not just any place—it was a magical retreat where all animals were treated with kindness, love, and patience. Among the many creatures living there, the most mischievous and delicate were the newborn baby monkeys.
These little furballs, with their bright eyes and clumsy limbs, were the stars of the sanctuary. But, as adorable as they were, there was a curious little problem: they couldn’t poop easily. Yes, that’s right. Their tiny tummies would get upset, and they’d cry, squirm, and cuddle up in discomfort.
That’s when Cutis came into the picture.
Cutis wasn’t a veterinarian, nor a nurse, nor a scientist. Cutis was something more: he was the Monkey Whisperer, a title he earned through years of compassion and understanding of animal behavior. With his calm voice, gentle hands, and a twinkle in his eyes, Cutis had a unique way of communicating with the animals.
The caregivers at the sanctuary had tried everything—special diets, warm cloth massages, gentle exercises, and even singing lullabies. But the baby monkeys still struggled with their bowel movements.
Then one day, Cutis walked into the nursery with a mysterious grin on his face and a small woven basket in his hand.
“Today,” he said, “I’m going to help our little ones poop like never before.”
The other staff members chuckled. “What are you up to now, Cutis?”
He didn’t answer. He simply sat down on a large soft cushion, took off his shoes, and unwrapped the basket. Inside were colorful leaves, dried fruits, and… little wooden flutes?
The baby monkeys gathered around him, attracted by the smell and colors. Cutis gently scooped up a fuzzy little monkey named Toto, who had been the most constipated of all. Toto was only a week old, his eyes barely open, and his tummy gurgled with trapped gas.
First, Cutis gave Toto a very gentle belly rub in a circular motion, whispering softly in a language no one else could understand. The other monkeys watched curiously.
Then came the surprising part.
Cutis began to play the flute.
Not just any melody—it was soft, silly, and playful. The sound mimicked the rhythm of a mother’s heartbeat mixed with the chirps of jungle birds. The room fell silent except for the magical tune floating in the air.
To everyone’s astonishment, Toto relaxed. His legs stretched, his arms flopped gently to his sides, and a tiny pfffft! broke the silence. Everyone gasped, then burst into laughter.
“It worked!” someone exclaimed.
Cutis smiled but didn’t stop. He picked up another baby monkey, Lulu, and repeated the process. Gentle rub, soothing whispers, and the special flute tune. And again—toot!—another success.
One by one, the baby monkeys were treated to the Cutis routine. Some giggled (yes, monkeys can giggle!), some sighed with relief, and some clapped their little hands as if to thank him.
What was his secret?
Well, Cutis had spent years living among monkeys in the wild. He noticed how mother monkeys helped their babies not just by feeding and grooming but by rocking them rhythmically, humming, and even making strange whistling noises with leaves. The combination of touch, sound, and emotional calm helped the babies stay healthy—and helped them poop easily.
So, Cutis recreated that jungle care method with a creative twist. The flute tunes mimicked the natural forest sounds that soothed the babies, while the belly massages activated their digestion. And most of all, his loving presence made them feel safe.
Within a week, all the baby monkeys at Gentle Leaf Haven were happier, healthier, and definitely pooping with ease. They would waddle up to Cutis, climb onto his shoulders, or snuggle into his lap, hoping for a belly rub and a tune. Some even tried to play the flute themselves, much to everyone’s amusement.
Word spread fast. Other sanctuaries called in to ask about Cutis’s method. Animal experts came to observe. Cutis, humble as ever, simply said, “It’s about love, rhythm, and a little bit of magic.”
Soon, a short video of Cutis’s “Poop Song” went viral on the internet. Millions of people around the world watched in awe as baby monkeys farted and giggled in rhythm with the music. People laughed, learned, and even tried belly rubs on their constipated pets at home.
The sanctuary began offering workshops on animal care, where Cutis taught his gentle methods. He even recorded a lullaby album called Songs to Poop To, full of flutes, rain sounds, monkey coos, and soft drums. It became a surprising bestseller in the relaxation music category!
But Cutis never let the fame distract him. His heart was always with the monkeys. Every morning, he would sit in the nursery, flute in hand, ready to begin his musical belly rub ritual. Toto, Lulu, and the rest of the gang would gather around him like loyal fans.
One rainy afternoon, as the wind howled and the trees swayed, a new baby monkey was brought in. He was tiny, trembling, and very constipated. The team named him Momo.
Momo didn’t respond to food or cuddles. His little body was tense, and he whimpered quietly.
Cutis sat beside him, put the flute to his lips, and began the softest, gentlest melody yet. It sounded like moonlight and lullabies mixed together. Momo’s ears twitched. He slowly crawled into Cutis’s lap.
The moment was so quiet, no one dared speak. Then, with a long sigh of relief, Momo let out a soft burp followed by… a glorious poop.
Tears of joy filled the room. Not because of the poop itself (well, maybe a little), but because it meant Momo was healing, feeling safe, and beginning a new chapter.
And so, Cutis continued his unusual but wonderful mission—helping baby monkeys poop easily, joyfully, and surprisingly through the most heartwarming care anyone had ever seen.
In a world full of complex solutions, sometimes the answer lies in the simplest acts: a warm hand, a kind tune, and a heart full of love.
