The morning began beautifully — the kind of morning that usually filled CUTIS’s world with joy. The sunlight danced across the treetops, the wind was soft and warm, and the air carried the scent of ripe bananas. Birds sang cheerfully, and everything in the little village seemed perfect. But not for CUTIS. Not today.
Today was different. Today was the day his best friend, CUBIS, had to leave.
CUTIS sat quietly under the mango tree, holding a half-eaten fruit in his hands, but he wasn’t hungry. He kept glancing toward the small wooden path where CUBIS and his human family were packing up their things. The baby monkey’s heart felt heavy — heavier than it had ever felt before.
CUBIS had been his partner in everything — from mischief to kindness, from laughter to learning. They’d grown up together, side by side. When CUTIS first came to the family, small and shy, it was CUBIS who made him feel safe. They chased butterflies, stole cookies from Mom’s kitchen, splashed in puddles, and even got scolded together when they made a mess. Their bond was pure — the kind of friendship that didn’t need words. Just looks, laughter, and little gestures that meant everything.
But now, that beautiful friendship was facing the hardest test of all — separation.
“CUTIS…” Mom’s soft voice broke the silence. She knelt beside him, stroking his fur gently. “Don’t be sad, sweetheart. CUBIS’s family is moving far away, but it doesn’t mean you’ll never see him again.”
CUTIS didn’t move. His little hands clutched the mango tighter, tears forming in his big brown eyes. “Eee…” he whimpered softly, a sound that made even Mom’s heart ache.
Out by the gate, CUBIS’s father was loading their belongings into a small cart. CUBIS stood beside him, wearing his little red scarf — the same one CUTIS had helped tie around his neck just last week. CUTIS remembered how proud CUBIS had looked, strutting around like a tiny hero. But now that same red scarf fluttered sadly in the wind.
CUBIS looked back toward the yard, his eyes searching — and then, he saw CUTIS.
For a moment, everything stopped. The two friends locked eyes — silent, emotional, understanding more than words ever could. CUTIS jumped down from the tree and ran toward him, his tiny feet kicking up dust.
“CUBIS!”
CUBIS squeaked softly, running too, until they met halfway. CUTIS threw his arms around his friend, holding him tight. Both of them trembled, sensing that this wasn’t just another playtime goodbye — it was the real one.
They clung to each other for a long time. CUBIS buried his little face in CUTIS’s shoulder, and CUTIS rubbed his back gently, as if trying to tell him, Please don’t go. Stay with me.
But they both knew it wasn’t possible.
Dad walked over, his voice gentle but firm. “CUTIS, CUBIS has to go with his family. They’ll take good care of him, I promise.”
CUTIS shook his head, his tiny lips quivering. “Eee… Eee…” It sounded like a cry of protest, the sound of a heart breaking.
CUBIS reached out, touching CUTIS’s cheek with his small hand, wiping away a tear that had rolled down. His own eyes were glistening too. He gave CUTIS one last playful tap on the nose — their special way of saying “I love you.”
Mom sighed softly, wiping her own tears. “Oh, these two… such a bond they share.”
CUBIS’s dad called out, “Come on, CUBIS! It’s time.”
The baby monkey hesitated, looking back at CUTIS one last time. Then, slowly, he turned and began to walk away. CUTIS followed behind him for a few steps, his eyes never leaving his friend’s little figure.
“CUBIS!” CUTIS cried again, his voice trembling. “Don’t go…”
But CUBIS couldn’t turn back now. He looked over his shoulder and smiled — that same sweet, innocent smile that CUTIS loved so much — and waved his hand.
CUTIS ran to the edge of the path, tears streaming down his furry cheeks. He watched as the cart rolled away, farther and farther down the road. The sound of the wheels faded into the distance until there was nothing left but silence.
He sat down on the dusty path, staring at the place where his best friend had disappeared. The world felt emptier, quieter — as if all the color had drained away.
Mom and Dad came over and sat beside him. Dad put a comforting arm around his shoulders. “I know it hurts, CUTIS. It’s okay to cry.”
And CUTIS did. He buried his face in his arms and cried quietly. The baby monkey who once laughed at everything now sat motionless, his little heart aching with loss.
Time passed slowly that day. The sun moved across the sky, the birds went quiet, and the wind grew cooler. CUTIS stayed by the mango tree, clutching CUBIS’s favorite toy — a small wooden banana they used to play tug-of-war with. He sniffed it softly, remembering all their happy moments.
Later in the evening, Mom brought him a bowl of fruit, but he didn’t touch it. She sighed and said, “He’ll come visit someday, CUTIS. And you can write to him — or maybe send him a video.”
CUTIS didn’t understand everything, but he nodded slightly. Deep down, he knew that some goodbyes weren’t forever. Still, it hurt more than anything he had ever felt.
As the night fell, CUTIS looked up at the stars. He remembered how he and CUBIS used to lie under the same sky, pointing at the stars and making funny faces. He smiled faintly, whispering, “Goodnight, CUBIS.”
A single tear rolled down his cheek before he finally closed his eyes.
Days went by. The house felt quieter without CUBIS’s laughter. CUTIS tried to play with his toys, but everything reminded him of his friend. Sometimes he’d run to the gate, hoping to see that familiar red scarf again. Other times, he’d sit under the mango tree and talk softly to himself, as if CUBIS were still there.
But CUTIS didn’t stay sad forever. Over time, he learned that love doesn’t end just because someone leaves. The memories, the laughter, the bond — they stayed in his heart. And every day, he carried a little piece of CUBIS with him.
One morning, Mom came outside with a smile. “CUTIS! Look what arrived!”
In her hands was a small package. Inside it was a red scarf — the same one CUBIS had worn — and a tiny photo of him smiling with his new family. Attached was a note that said:
‘Dear CUTIS, I miss you every day. I still play like we used to. Be good, my brother. I’ll come back to visit one day. Love, CUBIS ❤️’
CUTIS held the scarf close, his heart swelling with both sadness and joy. He wrapped it gently around his neck and looked up at the sky. “I miss you too, CUBIS,” he whispered. “But I’ll be waiting.”
From that day on, CUTIS wore the scarf whenever he missed his best friend. It became a symbol of their unbreakable bond — a reminder that true friendship doesn’t fade with distance.
And though the memory of that worst day — the day he cried goodbye — would always sting a little, it also became a story of love, loyalty, and hope. Because CUTIS knew one thing for sure: even if CUBIS had left, their friendship would never truly end.
As the sun set and painted the sky orange and pink, CUTIS sat under the mango tree, smiling softly. He whispered into the wind, “See you soon, brother.”
And somewhere far away, CUBIS looked up at the same sky and smiled too — as if he had heard. 😓💔🐒
