On a sunny morning at the peaceful little farm, CUTIS the clever and mischievous farmer monkey woke up with an idea so wild, it could only come from him. Spring had arrived, and CUTIS decided it was the perfect time to plant some trees. But of course, CUTIS wouldn’t settle for ordinary tree planting. No way. He had a plan that would make everyone laugh—and possibly question his sanity.
Mom and Baby Monkey were relaxing under the shade of the big mango tree, enjoying their breakfast bananas. CUTIS ran up to them, his tail bouncing with excitement.
“Today’s the day!” CUTIS declared, chest puffed up like a rooster. “I’m going to plant a hundred trees and become the greatest farmer in the jungle!”
Mom blinked, puzzled. “A hundred trees? Where are you going to plant them, CUTIS? The backyard is already full!”
“And with what tools?” Baby Monkey added, munching a banana. “You don’t even have a shovel!”
CUTIS grinned from ear to ear. “Exactly! That’s why I’m going to use my genius method. No shovel needed. Just brains… and a little monkey madness!”
Without waiting for a reply, he dashed off and came back dragging a massive spoon from the kitchen, a bucket of water, a sack of fruit pits, and—oddly enough—a pair of sunglasses and a beach umbrella.
“Um… are you planting trees or going on vacation?” Mom asked, half-laughing.
“You’ll see!” CUTIS said mysteriously.
Step One: “Find the Perfect Spots”
CUTIS started by walking around the farm, wearing his sunglasses like a cool gardener. Every time he found a “perfect” spot, he would stick a banana peel in the ground like a flag. By the time he finished, there were banana peels all over the yard, including on the roof of the chicken coop and next to the goat’s favorite nap spot.
Baby Monkey giggled. “You can’t plant a tree there! That’s where the goats poop!”
CUTIS shrugged. “Maybe it’ll grow faster with extra fertilizer.”
Mom rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop smiling.
Step Two: “Dig with Passion”
Armed with his oversized spoon, CUTIS began digging the first hole. Unfortunately, the spoon bent like paper.
“No problem!” he said, tossing it aside. “Plan B!”
He brought out a hairbrush and tried brushing the dirt away. When that failed, he took off his flip-flops and used them to scoop dirt. The sight of a monkey digging holes with flip-flops made Baby Monkey laugh so hard he rolled on the grass.
CUTIS managed to dig five shallow holes before collapsing dramatically in the dirt. “Hard labor,” he moaned, “is for regular farmers. I’m a creative farmer!”
Step Three: “Plant with Style”
Now came CUTIS’s favorite part. He dropped one fruit pit into each hole and then—surprise!—sang to them.
“Yes, plants grow better when they feel loved!” CUTIS said proudly. He sang lullabies to the mango pits, a pop song to the guava seeds, and even beatboxed to the avocado stone.
Mom and Baby Monkey sat nearby, stunned and trying not to laugh too loudly.
At one point, CUTIS did a dance routine with the watering can, spinning and splashing water everywhere—including on a very annoyed chicken.
“I’m watering the earth with rhythm!” he shouted.
Step Four: “Protection is Key”
To protect the “baby trees,” CUTIS stuck tiny umbrellas into the ground to keep them shaded, tied little red strings around the twigs so nobody would step on them, and even placed warning signs that read:
“WARNING: GENIUS FARMING IN PROGRESS!”
“DO NOT DISTURB. TREES ARE DREAMING.”
He also gave each planted seed a name. “This one’s Mango Jr., that one’s Avocado Sally, and over here is Guava the Great!”
Mom whispered to Baby Monkey, “I think CUTIS might need a nap.”
Step Five: “Celebrate Victory”
By noon, CUTIS had planted about ten “trees” and stood triumphantly in the middle of his mini orchard (which looked more like a picnic after a storm). He gave a speech, standing on an overturned bucket.
“Today, history was made,” he declared, arms wide open. “These trees will grow tall and strong, and generations will call me ‘CUTIS the Green.’”
A passing cow mooed in confusion.
Just then, the sprinkler system turned on unexpectedly, soaking CUTIS and turning the whole area into a slippery mess. He slipped, rolled down the hill, and landed in the mud—right next to a goat who sniffed him once and walked away in judgment.
Baby Monkey laughed so hard he cried. Mom couldn’t breathe from laughing too much.
But CUTIS, covered in mud and still grinning, stood up and bowed like a star.
“Thank you, thank you. Farming is performance art!”
One Week Later…
Seven days passed, and despite all odds, one tiny sprout peeked through the soil. CUTIS screamed in joy, grabbed a frying pan to use as a drum, and paraded around the farm.
“I did it! I made a tree!” he shouted. “Mango Jr. is alive!”
Mom and Baby Monkey came running, and even they were impressed.
“Okay,” Mom said, smiling, “I didn’t think it would work… but look at that!”
CUTIS kissed the little sprout, then immediately built a small fence made of popsicle sticks to keep it safe. He decorated it with ribbons and declared the area a national monument.
The Legend of CUTIS Grows
From that day on, every time a plant sprouted or a fruit fell, CUTIS claimed it as a success of his “unique agricultural techniques.” The other animals began visiting his garden just to laugh at the warning signs, the umbrellas stuck in the ground, and the singing sessions.
Baby Monkey even started helping—but only on one condition.
“No more singing to the trees,” he said. “They told me they want silence!”
CUTIS laughed. “Fine, I’ll just hum.”
And so the farm remained the liveliest, funniest, and most creatively planted garden in the jungle. With CUTIS leading the way, tree planting was never boring—and always, always full of laughter.
THE END.
