It was a quiet, sunny morning in the countryside. The birds chirped gently, the wind rustled through the trees, and everything seemed peaceful. CUTIS, the kind-hearted farmer known for taking care of animals, was busy tending to the garden behind his cozy farmhouse. Unbeknownst to him, a little ball of energy with wide curious eyes was about to surprise him in the most unimaginable way.
That little ball of energy was none other than Lala, the baby monkey CUTIS had rescued and raised like his own child. Lala had always been playful, mischievous, and loving. From stealing bananas and hiding shoes to clinging to CUTIS’s back like a backpack, she brought joy and chaos to the farm in equal measure. But today, she was acting strangely—quiet, focused, and… sneaky.
It all began when CUTIS hurt his ankle the day before while trying to move a heavy pot in the garden. Though he brushed it off with a laugh and said he was fine, Lala noticed his limp and the slight wince on his face. She sat on the porch that evening, eyes glued to him, her tiny brain working overtime.
The next morning, Lala rose earlier than usual. Instead of waiting for her morning hug or snatching a mango from the basket, she tiptoed—yes, tiptoed—down the wooden steps and disappeared into the fields. She looked around, then darted toward the neighbor’s farm, her little hands gripping the fence. She knew what she had to do. CUTIS needed help, and she was going to provide it.
Her mission? Unthinkable for a baby monkey: cook a breakfast and bring medicine for CUTIS.
She had watched CUTIS cook countless times. The way he cut vegetables, stirred the porridge, poured honey into his tea—it was all stored in Lala’s observant little brain. She scampered into the outdoor kitchen, dragging a small bowl behind her. First, she climbed onto the counter and grabbed a handful of sweet potatoes from a basket. With some effort and a lot of noise, she tossed them one by one into a cooking pot filled with water.
The fire was the tricky part. CUTIS always used matches, but Lala wasn’t allowed near them. Instead, she remembered a trick CUTIS had once shown using a magnifying glass and the sun. Of course, Lala didn’t have a magnifying glass—but she did find a shiny piece of plastic from the recycling bin. She placed it over some dry straw and leaves, sat very still, and waited. Miraculously, after a few tries, a tiny flame began to flicker. She clapped with excitement, then rushed to fan it carefully with a banana leaf until the fire caught beneath the pot.
Meanwhile, CUTIS had finally noticed her absence. “Lala? Where are you, girl?” he called, limping through the house. He was used to her vanishing for a few minutes at a time—but not this long. He checked her usual hiding places: the roof, the mango tree, behind the chicken coop. Nothing.
Back in the kitchen, Lala stirred the pot with a wooden spoon that was far too big for her. The sweet potatoes were boiling, and she added a dash of salt and a few herbs she had seen CUTIS use. It smelled delicious! But she wasn’t done yet.
Next, she climbed to the second shelf where the herbal medicine jar was kept. CUTIS had used the balm the night before for his ankle. Lala unscrewed the lid and took a tiny dab onto a banana leaf. She wrapped it neatly, tied it with some string she found on the floor, and placed it in a small woven basket next to the food. With all her strength, she dragged the basket back toward the house, determined to surprise CUTIS.
CUTIS heard a rustling sound from behind the kitchen and turned just in time to see his baby monkey puffing and panting, carrying a little basket almost twice her size. Her fur was slightly singed, and her tail was covered in flour, but her face glowed with pride.
“What in the world—Lala?!” he gasped.
She squeaked happily, tugging his pants and pointing at the basket. Inside, the cooked sweet potatoes steamed gently, and the wrapped balm leaf sat neatly to the side. CUTIS stared in disbelief, mouth slightly open.
“You did this… for me?” he whispered, kneeling down beside her. His ankle ached, but he didn’t care. Lala nodded and gave him the biggest monkey grin he had ever seen.
He scooped her up into a gentle hug, tears brimming in his eyes. “You little angel… You saw I was hurt and wanted to help? Oh my goodness… This is… unimaginable!”
The neighbors, curious about the smoke and the strange sight of a baby monkey dragging a basket, had gathered by the fence. When CUTIS told them the story, no one could believe it. They all clapped and cheered as Lala stood on the porch proudly, enjoying the applause.
From that day forward, Lala became a legend in the village. Children visited the farm to see the little monkey who cooked breakfast for her human. A local journalist even wrote a piece titled “The Monkey With a Human Heart.”
Of course, CUTIS never let her near fire again—but he did build her a safe “kitchen play zone” where she could pretend to cook. And every morning, without fail, she would bring him a banana, a flower, or just a big warm cuddle—her way of saying, “I care.”
But nothing ever topped that morning.
The morning when a baby monkey did something completely unimaginable—for love.
OMG indeed.
