The sun had barely risen when the small house began to stir with life. CUTIS, the bright-eyed child with an endless imagination, was already awake, whispering secrets to his constant companion—a playful baby monkey named Bibi. They had shared many adventures together, but none could have prepared them for the most unbelievable incident of all.
That morning, Dad was in the backyard, busy fixing a wooden fence that had been damaged during last night’s storm. His hands were covered in sawdust, and he hummed softly while working, not realizing that CUTIS and the baby monkey were about to face the biggest challenge of their young lives.
Inside the house, CUTIS and Bibi were playing a game of stacking blocks higher and higher. Bibi squealed with excitement every time the tower wobbled but didn’t fall. CUTIS laughed, clapping his hands. But then—a sudden, sharp sound echoed from the street outside. It wasn’t the usual honking of cars or barking of dogs. This was different.
Curious, CUTIS peeked through the window. His eyes widened in shock. A delivery truck had swerved to avoid a stray dog and accidentally backed into a utility pole. Sparks flew as the wires trembled dangerously. What was worse, the back of the truck was now stuck, blocking part of the road, and the driver seemed dazed, sitting motionless behind the wheel.
CUTIS’s heart pounded. He knew they needed help immediately. But Dad, still hammering outside, hadn’t heard the commotion. CUTIS tugged at Bibi’s tiny hand, his mind racing.
“Bibi, we have to get Dad. But how?” CUTIS whispered urgently.
The monkey tilted his head, then pointed to the backyard door. But CUTIS shook his head. If they simply ran to Dad, it might be too late—the situation outside was dangerous and could get worse. They needed Dad’s attention instantly, in a way that would make him drop everything.
That’s when CUTIS had his wild idea.
“Let’s use the alarm!” he gasped, eyes lighting up.
Bibi clapped his tiny hands, as if agreeing. They both knew the old alarm bell hanging in the hallway—a leftover from Grandpa’s days. It was loud enough to wake the entire neighborhood. Normally, Dad told them never to touch it unless it was a real emergency. But wasn’t this the biggest emergency ever?
CUTIS grabbed a wooden stick while Bibi scampered up to the bell rope. Together, they pulled and struck with all their might.
DONG! DONG! DONG!
The deafening sound shook the house. Dad immediately dropped his hammer in alarm. He rushed inside, his face pale. “What happened? Why are you ringing the emergency bell?”
Before CUTIS could even explain, Bibi leapt onto the windowsill and pointed frantically toward the street. CUTIS shouted, “Dad! There’s an accident! The truck hit the pole!”
Dad sprinted to the front yard, and his eyes went wide. The truck driver was still inside, and the wires above were sparking dangerously close. Dad wasted no time—he dashed to help. CUTIS and Bibi followed, their little hearts thumping with fear and excitement.
“Stay back!” Dad warned them as he approached the truck. He managed to pull the driver safely out, away from the live wires. The man coughed but gave a weak nod of thanks. Neighbors began gathering too, alarmed by the noise of the bell. Someone quickly called the emergency services.
Within minutes, firefighters and electricians arrived, securing the area. The truck driver was taken to the hospital, and the pole was repaired. The crowd slowly dispersed, but not before murmuring in amazement about how quickly Dad had responded.
Back inside, CUTIS and Bibi sat on the couch, still buzzing with adrenaline. Dad came in, wiping sweat from his brow, his eyes filled with pride and a bit of disbelief.
“CUTIS, Bibi,” Dad said softly, kneeling before them. “That bell scared me half to death—but it also saved a life today. You two were smart to use it.”
CUTIS grinned sheepishly. “We knew you wouldn’t hear us in the backyard, Dad. So we used the loudest way to call you.”
Bibi squealed and hugged CUTIS, as if to say, “We did it!”
Dad chuckled, pulling them both into a warm embrace. “Biggest incident ever, huh? And my little heroes handled it better than most grown-ups.”
CUTIS’s chest swelled with pride, and Bibi wiggled happily in Dad’s arms. They knew they had done something important—not just by witnessing the danger, but by thinking quickly and using an unbelievable method to get Dad’s help.
As the day went on, word spread around the neighborhood. People came by to thank Dad, CUTIS, and even Bibi. Everyone agreed that the quick thinking of the child and the monkey had prevented a tragedy.
That night, after dinner, Dad tucked CUTIS into bed. Bibi curled up at his side, still clinging to his tiny blanket.
“Dad,” CUTIS whispered sleepily, “do you think we were really heroes today?”
Dad smiled, brushing a strand of hair from his son’s forehead. “Being a hero isn’t about wearing a cape, son. It’s about caring enough to act when it matters. You and Bibi did that. You saved someone’s life.”
CUTIS’s eyes grew heavy, but his heart felt light. “Biggest incident ever…” he murmured, drifting off to sleep with Bibi snuggled close.
Dad stood there for a long moment, watching them. He knew that this day would be remembered—not just for the accident, but for the unbelievable teamwork and courage shown by a boy and his baby monkey.
And in the quiet of the night, Dad whispered to himself, “They’re going to grow up to do amazing things.”
