Early one sunny morning in a quiet village nestled at the foot of a green mountain, CUTIS, a clever and kind-hearted farmer, stood with a wide-brimmed hat on his head and a basket in his hand. Beside him was his father, a strong and cheerful man who had spent his whole life tending to the family’s avocado farm. The scent of dew and the chirping of birds filled the air as the two got ready for an important day — harvesting avocados to sell at the market. But this wasn’t an ordinary harvest. It had a special purpose: to do something truly unbelievable for the tiny baby monkey who had recently become part of their family.
The baby monkey, lovingly named Momo, had been rescued weeks earlier when CUTIS found her shivering in the woods, weak and barely able to move. Her mother had disappeared, and no one knew how she had survived alone. CUTIS had taken her in, feeding her milk and fruit, wrapping her in a soft towel at night, and singing lullabies as she fell asleep on his chest. In a short time, Momo became like a daughter to CUTIS — full of energy, curiosity, and affection. However, Momo was still fragile. A vet had recently explained that Momo needed special medical treatment and a custom-built outdoor enclosure to help her grow strong and safe. But the cost was high, and CUTIS’s heart sank as he heard the number.
“Don’t worry,” his dad said firmly, putting a hand on his son’s shoulder. “We’ll figure it out. We’ve got trees full of ripe avocados. Let’s go harvest them and sell at the market. We’ll do whatever it takes for Momo.”
And so the mission began.
The father and son team climbed the hilly paths to their avocado orchard, stretching across a patch of land with trees full of big, buttery green fruits. They carefully picked each one by hand, placing the perfect ones in bamboo baskets. They worked from sunrise to midday, wiping sweat from their brows and laughing together as they remembered stories from CUTIS’s childhood. Momo watched them from under a shady tree, squealing happily whenever CUTIS waved at her from the branches.
“Papa,” CUTIS called down, “Momo’s our little angel now. We have to make sure she has the best life.”
His dad grinned. “She’s already got the best — she’s got you.”
After hours of hard work, the two loaded the baskets onto their small truck and covered them with a tarp. Momo was gently wrapped in a blanket and placed in a cozy corner of the cab, safe and secure. With the sun now high above, they drove down the bumpy village roads toward the town market.
The marketplace was bustling with people — voices calling out, children laughing, chickens clucking, and smells of fresh bread and grilled meats wafting through the air. CUTIS and his father set up their stall quickly and arranged their avocados in neat rows. They painted a sign: “FRESH FARM AVOCADOS – Help Us Help Our Monkey Baby!”
At first, the crowd was curious. A monkey? Helping a baby monkey? As word spread, more and more people gathered around. CUTIS held Momo in his arms, gently introducing her to the market visitors. Momo’s adorable eyes and tiny fingers melted every heart she touched. She didn’t cry or fuss — she looked around in wonder, sensing that something very special was happening.
A woman with a toddler approached and bought three kilos of avocados. “Your monkey reminds me of my son when he was a baby,” she smiled. “She’s lucky to have you.”
A man with a guitar sang a song right at the stall to draw more attention. “For the monkey! For the baby with the fuzzy tail!” he sang joyfully, and people clapped and laughed. A kind teenager made a little donation box and wrote “Support Momo’s New Home!” on it. Coins and bills began to pour in.
By noon, they had sold out all the avocados. Every single one.
CUTIS looked at his dad in disbelief. “Papa, we did it! We actually did it!”
“Not just us,” Dad said, pointing around at the villagers and visitors. “Everyone here helped. All for Momo.”
But the day wasn’t over yet. CUTIS and his dad took the money they earned — more than they had hoped — and went straight to the nearby carpenter’s shop. They made a deal to build a custom monkey playhouse with swings, hammocks, shade, and a sleeping area. Then they visited the animal clinic and scheduled Momo’s special health treatments. By the end of the week, Momo would have everything she needed — thanks to a day of hard work, love, and community spirit.
Back at home that evening, CUTIS sat on the front porch with Momo nestled on his chest, already snoozing from the excitement. The stars twinkled above, and the crickets chirped gently.
Dad came out with a warm drink and sat beside him. “You know,” he said, “it’s not every day a monkey changes your life.”
CUTIS nodded. “She didn’t just change mine. She brought out the best in all of us.”
The next few days flew by. The carpenter delivered a beautifully crafted monkey habitat, complete with bamboo rails, a splash pool, and toys. The vet provided a vitamin-rich diet and medicine to help Momo’s bones grow strong. CUTIS stayed by her side through it all — cheering her on, playing with her, and telling her stories of how brave she was.
People from the market came to visit, bringing treats and gifts. Momo had become a little star in the village — a symbol of love, kindness, and doing the unbelievable for those who cannot help themselves.
In the months that followed, CUTIS continued to sell avocados, but now his stand had a permanent sign: “Momo’s Orchard — Love in Every Fruit.” And every customer knew that with each avocado they bought, they were helping a tiny monkey live a big, beautiful life.
Sometimes, it’s not money or fame that makes a life meaningful. Sometimes, it’s waking up before the sun, harvesting fruits with your father, and doing the unbelievable for a baby monkey who captured your heart.
And that’s exactly what CUTIS and his dad did. 🌿🐒💚
