It was another peaceful morning on the small family farm nestled in the green hills of the countryside. The sun had just peeked through the trees, casting a soft golden glow over the fields. Birds chirped gently, the breeze swayed the leaves, and the animals stirred from their sleep. Among them was Baby Monkey, full of energy, mischief, and affection—especially for CUTIS, the loyal golden dog who had become his best friend.
CUTIS was still napping near the porch, his golden fur glowing in the morning light. Beside him sat Pregnant Mom, enjoying her warm tea and gently rubbing her round belly, which had become the center of attention in the house lately. The baby inside her kicked gently, as if already reacting to the loving environment around her.
Baby Monkey, always observing and imitating human behavior, suddenly had an idea. He saw how everyone kept giving gifts to Pregnant Mom—tiny baby socks, soft toys, and snacks to make her laugh. He wanted to give a gift too, but not to the Mom. No, his heart had another recipient in mind: his brave, gentle protector—CUTIS.
The baby monkey scampered off with determination. His mind spun with thoughts: What can I give to CUTIS? Something special. Something he will love. Something that makes Pregnant Mom laugh too!
He ran toward the garden first, searching through the flowers. He picked a daisy, but it looked too small. He sniffed a marigold—sneeze!—too strong. Then his eyes caught something interesting under the tree. It was an old red ribbon Thuy, the farmer’s daughter, had used to wrap a gift last week. He grabbed it with delight.
Next, he rushed to the tool shed, where Farmer Kien kept all his stuff. There, he spotted a squeaky toy—an old one CUTIS used to play with when he was a puppy. With all his tiny strength, Baby Monkey dragged the toy out and wrapped the ribbon around it. It wasn’t perfect, but it was colorful, squeaky, and full of memories.
With the gift secured in his tiny hands, Baby Monkey raced back toward the house, his tail swinging excitedly. CUTIS was still lounging on the porch, yawning lazily. Pregnant Mom was now joined by Thuy, who was brushing her long hair and giggling about something on her phone.
Baby Monkey approached CUTIS with the most serious expression he could manage. He stood upright, puffed his tiny chest, and presented the gift with both hands like a royal offering.
CUTIS blinked, sniffed the gift, and then gave it a single lick before wagging his tail slowly. It was as if he understood the gesture completely. Then, as CUTIS leaned forward and gently took the gift from Baby Monkey, the old squeaky toy let out a loud SQUEEEEEEAK!
Pregnant Mom, startled, burst out laughing. Her laughter was loud, warm, and contagious. She laughed so hard she had to hold her belly. Thuy dropped her phone and clapped her hands.
“Oh my goodness!” Mom gasped between laughs. “He gave CUTIS a toy! Just like a little child giving his big brother a birthday present!”
Baby Monkey turned to Mom and tilted his head, curious. Her laughter made him smile. He climbed onto her lap and nuzzled her belly, then placed one little hand on it, feeling the gentle movement of the baby inside.
CUTIS, in the meantime, rolled over and started playing with the squeaky toy like a young pup again. He pounced on it gently, then ran in a circle, making the toy squeak repeatedly. The scene was too much—everyone laughed again, even Thuy had tears in her eyes from joy
Pregnant Mom held Baby Monkey close and said, “You are so sweet. One day, you’ll be the best big brother to this baby.”
Baby Monkey, as if understanding, leaned forward and kissed her belly, then clapped his hands in excitement.
From that moment, the morning turned magical. CUTIS and Baby Monkey ran around the garden, playing chase, the squeaky toy still clutched in CUTIS’ mouth. The ribbon fluttered in the breeze, and the sound of giggles and squeaks filled the air.
Later, Farmer Kien returned from the barn and saw the cheerful chaos. “What’s going on?” he asked.
Pregnant Mom explained everything, and Kien burst out laughing. “That monkey has more heart than most people I know,” he said proudly.
The rest of the day was full of joy. Baby Monkey stayed close to CUTIS, occasionally patting him like humans do when they praise someone. CUTIS didn’t mind—he wagged his tail and barked gently as if to say, Thank you, little one.
As the sun began to set, the family gathered for dinner outside. The air was cool, and the sky was painted in shades of orange and pink. Baby Monkey sat beside Pregnant Mom, occasionally sneaking bites of fruit from her plate. CUTIS lay beside them with the squeaky toy, now slightly dirtier but still cherished.
That night, when Pregnant Mom went to bed, she wrote in her journal:
Today, Baby Monkey reminded us all of the joy of giving. His tiny hands offered more than just a toy—they gave love, laughter, and a beautiful moment we’ll never forget. And when I heard my baby kick as I laughed, I knew… they were laughing too.
And just like that, in the simple act of a baby monkey giving a special gift to his dog friend, a new memory was carved into the heart of the family—one filled with love, warmth, and the magic of innocence.
