In the peaceful countryside, where green rice fields stretch as far as the eye can see and banana trees sway in the warm breeze, lives a kind-hearted farmer named Cutis. Heâs well-known in the village not just for his excellent crops, but also for his unusual best friend â a mischievous little baby monkey named Coco.
Cutis didnât plan to become a monkey dad. One rainy morning, while checking on his chickens, he heard tiny squeaks coming from a bush. He peeked in and there it was â a shivering, mud-covered baby monkey with big round eyes and a tail that curled like a question mark. Without thinking twice, Cutis scooped the baby up and took him home. Since then, theyâve been inseparable.
But today⊠something smelled off.
Really off.
Cutis stepped out of his small wooden house, stretching and yawning in the morning sun, when his nose crinkled. âOh no⊠what is that smell?â he muttered, sniffing the air like a detective trying to solve a stink mystery.
He looked around.
The pigs were fine, the chickens were clean, and even the compost pile didnât smell this bad.
Then he heard a giggle. A tiny, cheeky giggle.
âCoco?â he called cautiously.
From behind a sack of potatoes, the little monkey popped his head out â completely covered in something suspiciously brown and definitely smelly.
Cutis took a step back. âOH MY GOODNESS! COCO! What did you get into?!â
The monkey grinned, his tiny teeth showing, and proudly held up an old, very dirty boot full of⊠something. Cutis didnât even want to know what it was.
Coco had been digging through the barn again, and this time, he found an ancient bucket that hadnât been cleaned in years. He somehow managed to dump it all over himselfâand then rolled in it for fun. The result? A stink so powerful it could make a skunk blush.
Cutis couldnât help but laugh, even while holding his nose. âYou little rascal,â he said, âyouâre worse than a goat in a garlic field!â
But the monkey wasnât the only one who stunk.
As Cutis bent down to pick up Coco, he slipped on the gooey floor and landed right in the middle of the mess. Now he was covered in it too.
Coco squealed in delight. Cutis groaned. âNow we both stink!â
Word traveled fast in the village. Within minutes, a group of laughing kids showed up at the gate. âUncle Cutis! You and the monkey smell like rotten durians!â one girl shouted, giggling.
âWe should call you Stinky Farmer and his Funky Monkey!â said another boy.
Cutis waved them off good-naturedly. âAlright, alright! Enough jokes! Anyone want to help me give Coco a bath?â
The kids looked at each other and shook their heads. âNo way!â
Coco seemed to agree. As soon as he heard the word âbath,â he jumped onto the roof and refused to come down.
For the next hour, the farm became a chaotic battlefield of soap, water, and wild monkey screams. Cutis chased Coco through the cornfields, across the pond, and even into the neighborâs mango tree. Each time he got close, Coco would fling a banana peel or a clump of mud and dart away.
Eventually, with the help of a basket of mangoes as bait, Cutis managed to catch Coco and plop him into a big metal tub filled with warm water and lots of bubbles.
âYou better not poop in here,â Cutis warned.
Coco just blinked innocently, as if he would never do such a thing.
For the next fifteen minutes, bubbles floated in the air as Cutis scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed. Behind his ears, under his arms, and even between his little monkey toes. By the end of the bath, Coco smelled like coconut shampoo and sunshine.
Unfortunately, Cutis still smelled like âWhatever That Wasâ from earlier.
Sighing, he dumped another bucket of water over himself and grabbed a bar of soap. âThis is not how I planned to spend my Saturday,â he muttered.
After both of them were finally clean and dry, they lay on the porch, exhausted but smiling.
âYou know,â Cutis said to Coco, âwe might be the stinkiest team this village has ever seen.â
Coco snuggled up next to him and let out a tiny fart.
âOH NO, NOT AGAIN!â Cutis yelled, jumping up as Coco rolled around laughing.
That evening, the sun set over the village with a soft golden glow. The kids returned, bringing Cutis a handmade sign that read: âCutis & Coco â The Stinky Duo!â complete with cartoon drawings of both of them holding their noses.
Cutis proudly hung it by the gate.
Because even though today had been smelly, sticky, and downright gross⊠it had also been one of the funniest, most unforgettable days ever.
And tomorrow? Who knew what kind of messy mischief awaited?
One thing was for sure: life with a baby monkey might not always smell good, but it sure felt good â full of laughter, love, and a little bit of chaos.
Just the way Cutis liked it.
