The morning sun rose softly over the little house at the edge of the forest, painting golden light across the bamboo trees. CUTIS, the cheerful and sometimes clumsy young monkey, was sitting on a rock near the river with a puzzled face. Usually, he was full of energy, always laughing or playing pranks on his family. But today, he looked worried—his tail drooped, and his tiny hands fidgeted restlessly.
Something was wrong.
For the past few days, CUTIS had been trying to fix a small wooden cart that he and baby monkey had built together to carry bananas from the farm to home. The cart had broken after CUTIS overloaded it with too many coconuts. He tried repairing it several times, but each time he did, the wheels refused to turn, and the frame bent awkwardly. No matter how hard he worked, the problem just wouldn’t go away.
“Ahh… why this not work!” CUTIS sighed in frustration, scratching his head. “Baby monkey will laugh at me again if I can’t fix this.”
Just as CUTIS was about to give up, the little baby monkey, his curious companion, came bouncing through the grass. His fur was shining in the sunlight, and his big round eyes sparkled with joy. He noticed CUTIS sitting quietly and tilted his head.
“CUTIS! What happen? You look sad,” baby monkey asked softly.
CUTIS groaned and pointed to the broken cart. “This cart broke again! I tried fixing all night, but every time I push, it makes creak-creak sound and fall apart. I don’t know what to do anymore.”
The baby monkey’s eyes widened. He walked around the cart carefully, observing every corner like a tiny engineer. He touched the loose wheels, pulled one of the wooden planks, and tapped the nails with his little fingers. Then, suddenly, he smiled.
“I think I know what wrong!” he said proudly. “But we need Dad’s help.”
CUTIS looked surprised. “Dad? You sure? He’s busy teaching Mom how to build a banana shelf.”
Baby monkey nodded seriously. “Yes! Only Dad knows how to fix big problem. Come, let’s go ask him together.”
So, the two monkeys ran through the forest, leaping from tree to tree until they reached their family hut. Dad monkey, a big strong figure with kind eyes, was working under the shade of a mango tree. He was carving a new handle for a basket. When he saw the two youngsters running toward him, he smiled warmly.
“What brings you both here so early?” Dad asked, setting down his tools.
CUTIS immediately bowed his head in embarrassment. “Dad, I have problem. My cart broke again. I tried everything, but it won’t move anymore.”
Dad chuckled softly. “Ah, CUTIS, my hardworking boy. Let’s go see what happened.”
They all returned to the riverside, where the broken cart sat sadly beside a pile of bamboo. Dad examined it closely. He didn’t speak for a moment, just watched how the pieces were joined together. Baby monkey stood beside him proudly, waiting for Dad to confirm his guess.
After a few minutes, Dad finally said, “The problem isn’t the wheels, or the bamboo. The problem is how you connected the base. It’s not balanced. See this part?” He pointed to the middle frame. “It needs more support.”
Baby monkey nodded eagerly. “I told CUTIS we need stronger wood here!”
CUTIS rubbed his head again, embarrassed but impressed. “Ohh… so that’s why it keeps falling apart!”
Dad laughed. “Yes, CUTIS. Sometimes, when we rush to finish something, we forget the foundation. Even the strongest cart will fall if the base isn’t steady.”
Together, the three monkeys began to fix the cart properly. Dad guided them step by step. CUTIS held the bamboo pieces, baby monkey fetched vines to tie them, and Dad showed how to balance the weight. The sound of teamwork filled the air—wood tapping, monkeys chattering, and laughter echoing through the trees.
At one point, baby monkey accidentally stepped in the mud and left a funny footprint on the cart. Everyone burst into laughter.
“Now the cart is officially ours!” Dad said, smiling. “A little bit of CUTIS’s work, a little of baby’s fun, and a little of Dad’s wisdom.”
After a while, the cart was finally ready. It stood strong and beautiful, with smooth-spinning wheels and a balanced frame. CUTIS pushed it forward, and to his surprise—it rolled perfectly!
“Wow! It works! It really works!” CUTIS cheered, jumping up and down with joy. Baby monkey clapped his tiny hands excitedly.
Dad smiled with pride. “See, CUTIS? Sometimes it’s not wrong to ask for help. Smart monkeys don’t do everything alone—they learn from others.”
CUTIS nodded, his face glowing. “Thank you, Dad. I thought asking for help meant I failed. But now I see—it means I’m learning.”
Baby monkey giggled. “See! I told you Dad know everything!”
They decided to celebrate by loading the cart with fruits and taking a ride down the forest path. CUTIS pulled the cart while baby monkey sat inside, munching a banana. Dad followed behind, humming happily. Birds chirped from above, and the forest breeze carried the sweet smell of mango blossoms.
As they walked, CUTIS turned to baby monkey. “You’re really smart today. If not for you, I’d still be crying at the river.”
Baby monkey puffed his chest proudly. “Hehe, I learn from you and Dad! Family always help each other.”
Dad overheard and smiled. “That’s right, my sons. In life, problems will always come. What matters is not how big the problem is, but how we face it—together.”
The rest of the day was filled with laughter. CUTIS and baby monkey played by the river, racing their new cart across the pebbled path. Whenever the wheels turned smoothly, they both shouted in joy. Even the other forest animals came to watch—the parrots, squirrels, and a curious deer. Everyone admired how the once-broken cart now rolled proudly, thanks to teamwork.
Later, as the sun began to set, CUTIS sat quietly beside Dad. “You know, Dad,” he said softly, “today I learned something important. I always try to do everything alone because I want to prove I’m strong. But sometimes, real strength comes from knowing when to ask for help.”
Dad nodded, placing a gentle hand on CUTIS’s shoulder. “You’ve grown wiser today, son. And I’m proud of you.”
Baby monkey yawned and curled up beside them, holding a banana in one hand. “Can we build another cart tomorrow?” he mumbled sleepily.
Dad laughed. “Maybe. But for now, let’s rest. You both deserve it.”
As night fell and the stars appeared, the three monkeys sat together under the moonlight—father, son, and baby. The broken cart that once caused frustration now stood as a symbol of patience, love, and teamwork.
CUTIS looked at the glowing stars and whispered, “Thank you, Dad. Thank you, baby monkey.”
The little one opened one eye and murmured, “Always here for you, CUTIS.”
And with that, the forest fell silent, except for the gentle sound of the river flowing nearby—a peaceful reminder that no problem is too big when family stands together.
Moral of the story:
Even the smartest or strongest sometimes face problems they can’t solve alone. But when hearts unite—when love, patience, and teamwork come together—every broken thing can be made whole again. ❤️🐒
