Bibi, the little monkey, was known in the family for her quirky habits. She had a curious mind, a playful heart, and a surprisingly specific way of showing affection. Among all the things she loved—bananas, climbing trees, chasing butterflies—her absolute favorite was something that made everyone laugh: Bibi liked Mom to scratch her armpits.
It all started one lazy afternoon. The CUTIS family had gathered in the backyard, enjoying the golden sunshine. Baby monkeys were swinging from branches, playing with each other, while Mom sat quietly with a bowl of fresh fruit. Bibi, unlike the others, came running straight to Mom, stretched out her arms, and lifted them high above her head.
At first, Mom thought Bibi wanted to be picked up. But instead, Bibi wriggled and squeaked until Mom’s fingers brushed against her armpits. The moment she did, Bibi let out the happiest giggles, rolling her head back, eyes sparkling with joy.
“Ah, so that’s what you want,” Mom laughed softly. She scratched again, this time gently, and Bibi’s laughter grew louder. Her little tail flicked with delight, and her whole body shook with excitement. From that day forward, Bibi discovered her favorite game: having Mom scratch her armpits.
The Daily Ritual
Every morning, as the family gathered for breakfast, Bibi would finish her banana and immediately climb onto Mom’s lap. Without fail, she would lift her arms high like a champion showing off a prize. The others would burst into laughter because everyone already knew what came next.
“Bibi, you’re so silly!” teased Lala, another young monkey, who preferred chasing leaves rather than sitting still.
But Bibi didn’t care. The moment Mom’s fingers reached her armpits, she erupted into contagious giggles that filled the air with warmth. Her laughter was so bright and pure that even Dad couldn’t resist chuckling along.
Sometimes, Baby monkey—her younger sibling—would watch curiously. “Why do you like that so much, Bibi?” Baby asked once.
Bibi, still laughing uncontrollably, tried to answer but could only squeak between giggles. Finally, she managed to say, “It tickles, but it feels soooo good!”
The family couldn’t help but smile. They loved seeing Bibi happy, even if her habit was a little unusual.
Visitors Get Surprised
One day, some neighbors came over. They brought a basket of ripe mangoes and sat down to chat with Dad. The little monkeys, of course, became excited by the presence of visitors. They ran around, showing off their tricks—jumping, somersaulting, even playing hide-and-seek.
But Bibi had her own performance in mind. She climbed onto Mom’s lap, raised her arms high, and looked at her with those pleading eyes.
Mom chuckled. “Not now, Bibi. We have guests.”
But Bibi was determined. She squeaked loudly, nudged Mom’s hands, and finally pressed her armpits right against them. The guests were puzzled at first, but when Mom gave in and scratched gently, Bibi burst into her signature giggles.
The visitors stared in surprise, then started laughing too. “Oh my! I’ve never seen a monkey who loves armpit scratches so much!” one of them exclaimed.
Bibi didn’t mind being the center of attention. She kept giggling, wriggling happily as though she had discovered the greatest joy in the world. The guests were charmed. They left the house later with smiles, still chuckling about the funny little monkey who loved armpit scratches.
Jealousy Among the Monkeys
Of course, not everyone was thrilled with Bibi’s routine. Lala, who usually prided herself on being Mom’s favorite lap companion, began to feel jealous.
“Mom, why do you always scratch Bibi?” she pouted one afternoon. “What about me?”
Mom smiled gently and reached to scratch Lala’s back. But Lala frowned. “No! That’s not the same. I don’t want back scratches. I just don’t want Bibi to get all the attention.”
Bibi, overhearing this, stopped giggling and looked at her sister. “You can try it too, Lala! Lift your arms!” she suggested innocently.
But Lala shook her head stubbornly. “That’s your weird thing, not mine.”
Still, a little seed of curiosity grew in her. That night, when everyone else was asleep, Lala sneaked close to Mom and whispered, “Can you scratch me… just once? Like you do with Bibi?”
Mom chuckled, gently scratching her armpits. Lala wriggled uncomfortably at first, then burst into laughter. “It does feel funny!” she admitted. But she quickly added, “Still, I think I’ll let Bibi keep that as her special thing.”
From then on, Lala no longer felt jealous. She understood that everyone had their own unique way of feeling loved.
A Special Bond
For Bibi, armpit scratches weren’t just about fun. They became her way of bonding with Mom. Whenever she felt tired, sad, or even scared, she would climb into Mom’s lap and lift her arms. Mom would scratch her gently, and soon Bibi’s worries melted away in a flood of giggles.
One evening, a storm rolled in. Thunder roared, lightning flashed, and rain poured heavily on the roof. The little monkeys huddled together nervously. Bibi, who was usually fearless, felt her tiny body tremble. She pressed herself close to Mom, eyes wide with fear.
Without a word, Mom scratched her armpits softly. Slowly, Bibi’s fear turned into laughter, and soon the whole family was laughing too, forgetting the storm outside. It was in that moment everyone realized: armpit scratches weren’t just silly—they were Bibi’s comfort, her safe place.
A Lesson for Everyone
Over time, the CUTIS family began to appreciate the meaning behind Bibi’s unusual habit. It wasn’t only about the tickles—it was about trust, love, and connection.
Dad once said, “Sometimes, happiness is found in the simplest things. For Bibi, it’s Mom’s gentle touch.”
Even Baby monkey learned something important: that love doesn’t look the same for everyone. Some liked hugs, others liked playful chases, and for Bibi—it was those funny little armpit scratches.
The family realized that by respecting each other’s quirks, they became closer, kinder, and happier together.
The Happiest Bibi
One sunny morning, the family went out to the meadow for a picnic. The little monkeys played tag, Dad gathered fruit, and Mom laid out a blanket.
Bibi, as usual, climbed onto Mom’s lap and raised her arms. Mom laughed warmly, scratching her armpits while the others rolled their eyes playfully.
But as Bibi’s giggles rang out across the meadow, something magical happened. Her laughter spread, infecting everyone. Soon Lala, Baby, Dad—even the birds perched on branches—seemed to join in the joyful chorus.
At that moment, Bibi wasn’t just the little monkey with a funny habit. She was the heart of the family, the one who reminded everyone how precious simple joys could be.
And so, under the bright sky, with laughter echoing like music, the CUTIS family knew one thing for sure: as long as Bibi had her Mom and her beloved armpit scratches, happiness would never leave their home.
