In the heart of a lush green countryside, nestled among rolling hills and winding rivers, there was a humble farm known simply as CUTIS. This wasn’t just any farm—it was a place of wonder, kindness, and a little bit of mystery. The farmers here were known for their deep respect for nature, their love for animals, and—most curiously—for growing plants that no one else in the village had ever seen before.
One misty morning, as the sun rose gently over the fields, the CUTIS farmers were already at work. Their boots were muddy, hands rough from the earth, and their hearts full of joy. But what made the scene even more heartwarming was the sight of a tiny baby monkey, nestled in a sling on the back of the head farmer, Dara. The monkey, named Momo, had been rescued from the forest weeks ago after being orphaned during a heavy storm. Since then, he had become part of the CUTIS family.
Momo was no ordinary monkey. He was clever, gentle, and had quickly bonded with everyone on the farm. He loved riding on Dara’s back while she worked and often tried to copy whatever the farmers were doing—digging, planting, or even carrying small baskets of vegetables. The other animals on the farm adored him too, especially a group of ducks who followed him everywhere like loyal companions.
That day, the CUTIS farmers were harvesting a unique type of plant—something they called “Skyroot.” These plants had tall, twisty stems with glowing purple pods. They shimmered slightly in the light, and their leaves gave off a mild minty aroma. People from nearby villages often visited just to take a glimpse of these plants, though no one quite understood what they were or how they were grown. Dara smiled mysteriously whenever asked, saying only, “It’s nature’s little gift to those who care.”
The Skyroots were delicate and had to be handled gently. Dara showed Momo how to pull the pods from the vines carefully, placing them into a woven basket. Momo’s little fingers were nimble and surprisingly gentle. He worked with intense concentration, sticking his tongue out a little in effort, making the other farmers laugh warmly. Occasionally, he would hand a pod to one of the ducks, who would peck at it playfully and then quack in excitement.
After the harvest, it was time to sort and dry the Skyroots under the sun. The farmers spread them out on bamboo mats, and the ducks waddled over to lie beside them, soaking in the sunshine. Momo curled up next to them, resting his head on a fluffy white duck named Nini. Nini had been with the CUTIS farm for years and was something of a guardian to all the animals. She watched over Momo like a mother hen.
While the plants dried, Dara prepared a special treat for the animals—a warm blend of cooked grains, sweet fruits, and crushed Skyroot pods. It was known to be both nourishing and calming, especially for younger animals like Momo. The ducks eagerly gathered around as she poured it into their feeding bowls, quacking in delight. Momo climbed into her lap, waiting for his turn, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.
The CUTIS farm wasn’t just a place to grow food. It was a place where humans and animals lived in harmony. Every member, whether feathered or furry, was treated like family. In return, the animals helped in their own way. The ducks kept pests away from the plants. Momo, with his watchful eyes and sharp senses, often warned the farmers of snakes or other dangers hiding in the fields.
As the day went on, the sun climbed higher, and a gentle breeze passed through the trees. Dara gathered everyone near the big mango tree at the center of the farm for story time—a daily ritual. Momo perched on her shoulder while the ducks surrounded her feet. The other farmers sat cross-legged nearby, sipping tea.
“Long ago,” Dara began, “there was a magical plant that only grew when love and care were given to the earth. That plant is what we now call Skyroot. It chooses who can grow it, and it only thrives where kindness lives.”
The animals listened as if they understood every word. Momo clapped his hands in delight, and Nini gave a happy flap of her wings. For the CUTIS farmers, this was more than just a legend. It was a reminder of why they did what they did—not for profit or praise, but for the simple joy of nurturing life.
Later that evening, the clouds rolled in, and soft rain began to fall. The farmers quickly covered the drying Skyroots, then gathered the animals into the big barn, where straw beds were laid out. Momo had his own little hammock, right above Nini’s nest. He swung gently, sucking his thumb, eyes heavy with sleep.
Dara checked on everyone, making sure all were safe and warm. She gave Momo a gentle pat on the head, whispered, “Goodnight, little one,” and then blew out the lantern. The sound of rain on the roof was like a lullaby, and soon, the barn was filled with the soft sounds of breathing, quacks, and the occasional monkey giggle in his dreams.
The CUTIS farm glowed under the moonlight, a peaceful haven of life and love. Outside, the Skyroots shimmered slightly in the rain, as if grateful for the care they had received. The strange plants, the baby monkey, the loyal ducks—all of it was part of the magic that made this farm unlike any other.
And though the world outside often rushed and roared, here at CUTIS, time slowed down just enough for hearts to grow, for wounds to heal, and for even the smallest of creatures to feel like they belonged.
It was a place where nature smiled, and kindness ruled.
A place where a baby monkey could be family.
Where ducks could be friends.
And where strange plants grew in soil watered by love.
