The house was quiet, wrapped in the soft stillness of midnight. Outside, the moon floated in the dark sky like a glowing lantern, casting silver light over the garden. Inside, everyone was asleep—everyone except CUTIS, the clever farmer with a mischievous heart, and the baby monkey, who could never resist an adventure.
Earlier that evening, CUTIS had been pretending to read, but his eyes kept darting toward Baby Monkey. The little one had been restless all day, climbing chairs, stealing bananas from the kitchen, and tugging at Mom’s apron until she sighed. When Mom finally tucked the monkey into bed, CUTIS noticed the spark in the little creature’s eyes—it was the same spark he felt.
An idea popped into CUTIS’s head: a playful escape. Midnight would be their time.
The Whispered Plan
As the night deepened, CUTIS tiptoed into the baby monkey’s room. He crouched beside the bed and whispered:
“Psst… Baby Monkey. Wake up. It’s time.”
The monkey blinked sleepily, then recognized CUTIS and let out a soft chattering sound. CUTIS put a finger to his lips.
“Shhh… we can’t wake Mom. We’re going to sneak out for a midnight adventure. Just you and me.”
Baby Monkey’s eyes widened. Adventure was his favorite word. He tumbled out of bed, tail swishing with excitement. CUTIS handed him a small bag with snacks—a couple of bananas, a handful of peanuts, and a slice of sweet potato. The monkey squealed softly and hugged the bag.
“Quiet now,” CUTIS whispered. “If Mom finds us, we’re doomed.”
Operation Escape
The first obstacle was the wooden door. Mom had latched it, expecting CUTIS to behave, but CUTIS always had a trick up his sleeve. He pulled a thin wire from his pocket and worked at the latch until it clicked open.
The monkey clapped his tiny hands in silent applause. CUTIS grinned. “Piece of cake.”
They crept through the hallway, careful not to step on the creaky floorboards. The old clock ticked loudly in the silence, each sound making CUTIS pause. Baby Monkey imitated CUTIS’s cautious steps, though he occasionally hopped too loudly, forcing CUTIS to glare at him with exaggerated seriousness.
When they reached the kitchen, the monkey spotted a basket of mangos on the counter. He scampered up instantly. CUTIS hissed:
“No! Leave it. We don’t want to get caught.”
But the monkey insisted, grabbing one mango and tucking it into the snack bag. CUTIS rolled his eyes but couldn’t help smiling. “Fine, but only one.”
Finally, they reached the back door. CUTIS pushed it open, and the cool night air wrapped around them. Freedom!
Midnight Playground
The garden looked magical under the moonlight. Dew sparkled on the leaves, and the flowers seemed to glow faintly. CUTIS stretched his arms and whispered:
“This is it, our secret playground.”
Baby Monkey bounded across the yard, somersaulting in the grass. CUTIS joined in, chasing him like a kid instead of a farmer. They ran between the rows of vegetables, ducked behind tall corn stalks, and pretended to be explorers in a jungle.
At one point, the monkey climbed onto CUTIS’s shoulders and covered his eyes. CUTIS staggered dramatically, pretending to be blind.
“Ahh! Where’s the path? I can’t see!”
The monkey squealed with laughter, refusing to let go. CUTIS spun around until both of them collapsed in the grass, panting and giggling.
Then CUTIS pointed to the small pond at the edge of the garden. “Want to see something fun?”
He picked up a flat stone and skipped it across the water. The monkey clapped and tried to copy him, but instead of skipping, the stone plopped straight into the pond. The monkey frowned. CUTIS picked another stone and guided the monkey’s tiny hand. Together, they managed one weak skip, and the monkey jumped with joy.
The Mischief Grows
Adventure wasn’t enough for CUTIS and Baby Monkey—they needed mischief. CUTIS whispered a new plan:
“Let’s build a hideout. Mom will never know.”
They gathered sticks, leaves, and an old blanket from the shed. Soon, they had a little hut under the mango tree. CUTIS pretended it was their secret headquarters, where they could eat snacks and plot future escapes.
Inside the hut, Baby Monkey dug into the bag, peeling a banana and offering half to CUTIS. The farmer accepted, touched by the monkey’s generosity. Together, they munched quietly, watching fireflies twinkle in the darkness.
But then came trouble. Baby Monkey heard a rustling noise. He dashed out of the hut and found a chicken wandering nearby. Curious, he chased it, flapping his arms like wings. The chicken squawked, flapping wildly, and soon the whole coop erupted in chaos. CUTIS scrambled to quiet them, but the noise was too much.
From inside the house, a light flickered on.
Mom Awakens
CUTIS froze. The monkey froze. Together, they whispered in panic:
“Mom!”
The back door creaked open. Mom’s voice cut through the night.
“CUTIS! Baby Monkey! What on earth are you doing out here?”
The two adventurers exchanged a look. CUTIS mouthed: Run!
They bolted, the monkey swinging from branches and CUTIS sprinting behind. Mom chased after them, her nightdress flowing like a ghost in the moonlight. “Come back here right now!” she shouted.
CUTIS and the monkey dived into their hut, thinking it was a clever hiding spot. But Mom spotted the blanket and marched over, pulling it away with one swift motion.
There they were—CUTIS holding a half-eaten banana, Baby Monkey clutching the stolen mango, both looking guilty.
The Lesson
Mom crossed her arms, trying not to laugh at their ridiculous expressions. “A midnight escape? Really?” she scolded.
CUTIS looked down. “We just wanted some fun.”
Baby Monkey chattered softly, hugging Mom’s leg.
Mom sighed. “You two are impossible. But you can’t go sneaking out at night—it’s dangerous.”
She guided them back inside, but not before taking the mango from Baby Monkey’s arms. The monkey pouted, making CUTIS chuckle. Mom shook her head.
Back in bed, CUTIS whispered to Baby Monkey:
“Next time, we’ll plan better.”
The monkey grinned, as if to say, Yes, next time.
Mom, overhearing, smiled to herself. She knew her mischievous duo would never stop planning adventures. But deep down, she was glad—they filled the house with laughter, even at midnight.
Conclusion
The midnight escape of CUTIS and Baby Monkey became a memory they would treasure—a mix of laughter, mischief, and the warmth of being together. Even though Mom caught them, the adventure had been worth it. For CUTIS and Baby Monkey, life was never boring when they shared a playful plan under the glow of the moon.
And though Mom pretended to be strict, she secretly loved their adventurous spirits. After all, a house with a clever farmer and a curious baby monkey was bound to be full of surprises.
