CUTIS, the clever and mischievous little monkey, was always up to something. Living with his human family on a peaceful farm, CUTIS was known for his playful antics, endless curiosity, and expressive little face. But one sunny morning, things took a turn when CUTIS accidentally got himself into a bit of trouble.
It all started when Mom left a basket of fresh mangoes on the kitchen counter to ripen. She warned CUTIS not to touch them. “These are for the party tomorrow,” she said, wagging her finger. CUTIS nodded solemnly, but his big, round eyes kept drifting toward the sweet, golden fruit.
Temptation proved too strong.
The moment Mom left the room, CUTIS tiptoed in—well, as much as a monkey can tiptoe—and snatched one mango. Then another. Then another. By the time Mom came back, half the basket was empty, and CUTIS had mango all over his face, hands, and belly. He looked like he’d been in a mango explosion.
“CUTIS!!!” Mom cried out, shocked and furious.
Realizing he was caught red-handed—or rather, orange-bellied—CUTIS did what any guilty monkey would do: he ran. Right out the front door and into the open yard.
He didn’t stop there.
In a dramatic act that could rival a scene from a comedy film, CUTIS darted past the chickens, leapt over the sleepy dog, and scrambled up a tree in the backyard. He then turned around, stuck out his tongue, and made a ridiculous face as if to say, “Catch me if you can!”
Mom stormed out, hands on hips. “You better come down, CUTIS!”
But CUTIS wasn’t ready to face punishment. No way. He decided he’d “leave home” for a little while and cool things down. With a banana in one hand (his emergency ration) and a stick he pretended was a walking cane, he began his “journey.”
As he marched down the path past the cornfield, CUTIS looked like a tiny adventurer on a quest. The neighbors saw him and burst into laughter.
“Where are you off to, CUTIS?” old Mr. Thom asked from his porch.
“I think he’s running away,” giggled the children nearby, pointing at the monkey marching with purpose, wearing one of Mom’s pink scarves as a cape.
CUTIS strutted with confidence, occasionally stopping to check behind to see if anyone was following. No one was. But the scene itself was too funny. Someone took out a phone and started recording. Within minutes, CUTIS’s “great escape” was the star attraction in the village.
Soon, CUTIS reached the riverbank. He sat on a big rock, crossed his arms, and made an exaggerated “angry face.” But after a while, boredom crept in. No mangoes. No warm bed. No TV (he loved watching cartoons). And worst of all, no cuddles from Mom.
He sighed dramatically and laid down with a pout.
Back at home, the family wasn’t angry anymore. Mom, though still slightly upset about the mangoes, couldn’t help but chuckle when someone sent her a video of CUTIS walking away like a runaway prince. Dad was laughing so hard he had tears in his eyes. “Look at him! He even packed a banana!”
After two hours, CUTIS returned. But he didn’t sneak in quietly. Oh no. He made a grand entrance.
He came riding on the back of the neighbor’s goat.
That’s right. CUTIS had befriended the goat and convinced it—probably with a scratch behind the ears—to give him a lift back to the house. Wearing his pink cape, stick in hand, and sitting upright like a knight on a royal steed, CUTIS trotted into the yard like a hero returning from war.
Everyone burst out laughing.
The kids were rolling on the ground. Mom’s frustration completely melted away. Even the dog wagged its tail in amusement.
CUTIS dismounted and strutted up to Mom with a sheepish grin. He reached out with both hands and offered her a small, slightly squished wild mango he had found in the woods. A peace offering.
Mom couldn’t resist. She scooped him up and hugged him tightly, mango stains and all.
“You’re lucky you’re cute,” she said, laughing. “But next time, just ask for a mango!”
From that day on, the story of CUTIS running away from home became a legendary tale in the village. It was retold at gatherings, shared in videos, and even acted out by the local school kids during a festival play.
Everyone remembered the moment when CUTIS tried to escape punishment but ended up making the entire neighborhood laugh non-stop.
The Laughs Didn’t Stop There
CUTIS’s runaway episode turned into a series of funny memories. Over the next few weeks, the villagers would jokingly ask him if he was going to “leave home” again whenever he looked sad or sulky.
Mom even made him a little backpack, complete with a tiny sleeping mat and a water bottle, “just in case he decides to run away again.” CUTIS would put it on dramatically and stomp around the house whenever he didn’t get his way, only to burst into giggles a few minutes later.
It became a playful ritual.
And surprisingly, CUTIS learned something too. He started helping Mom with little chores. He’d pick mangoes (with permission this time), help brush the dog, and even tried watering the flowers—though sometimes he watered his own tail by accident.
His mischief didn’t stop completely, of course. He was still CUTIS. But his runaway adventure reminded everyone of the joy he brought into their lives, even in his silliest moments.
A Final Note
Not every runaway tale ends with laughter—but CUTIS’s certainly did. From the mango heist to the goat-riding return, his bold attempt to dodge trouble only strengthened the love and bond between him and his family.
Because in the end, CUTIS didn’t just run away from home…
He ran straight into the hearts of everyone around him—one goofy step at a time.
