It was a quiet morning in the thick, green jungle. The sun peeked through the tall trees, casting golden light onto the forest floor. Birds chirped cheerfully, and a soft breeze rustled the leaves. Everything seemed peaceful—but deep in the undergrowth, something was wrong.
Hidden beneath a pile of dry branches and tangled vines, a baby monkey lay whimpering softly. His fur was dusty, and his eyes were filled with fear. He had been separated from his family the night before during a terrible storm. A strong wind had knocked him out of the tree, and he had fallen into a shallow ditch. Unable to climb out, he had spent the cold, rainy night alone and scared.
Now, as the sun rose, the baby monkey called out weakly, “Eee-eee… mama… papa…”
But no one answered.
Not far away, a kind-hearted jungle explorer named CUTIS was walking along a narrow path with his dog, Lu, by his side. CUTIS often helped animals in the jungle, and he had a special bond with monkeys. Lu, a golden dog with sharp instincts and a gentle heart, suddenly stopped and lifted his nose into the air.
“What’s wrong, Lu?” CUTIS asked, noticing the change.
Lu sniffed again, his ears perking up. Then, with a bark, he dashed into the bushes.
“Lu, wait!” CUTIS called, running after him.
They pushed through the ferns and vines, following the faint sound of crying. Then, they saw it—buried under the branches, the tiny baby monkey was trembling, his arms wrapped around his little legs.
“Oh no,” CUTIS whispered, kneeling down beside him. “You poor thing…”
The baby monkey looked up at CUTIS, his eyes wide with both fear and hope. Slowly and gently, CUTIS reached out his hand. The baby monkey hesitated, then placed his tiny fingers into CUTIS’s palm.
“You’re safe now,” CUTIS said softly.
Lu whimpered and licked the baby monkey’s cheek, making him giggle for the first time since the storm.
CUTIS carefully removed the branches and lifted the baby monkey into his arms. He could feel the monkey’s heartbeat racing against his chest. “We need to take you back to camp and take care of you.”
Back at the camp, CUTIS and Lu worked quickly. They cleaned the baby monkey’s fur, wrapped him in a warm blanket, and gave him a small bottle of warm milk. The baby monkey drank eagerly, then let out a soft sigh as he snuggled against Lu’s fluffy fur.
“He must be just a few weeks old,” CUTIS murmured. “He’s lucky we found him in time.”
For the rest of the day, CUTIS kept the baby monkey close. He named him Milo. Everywhere CUTIS went, Milo clung to his shoulder or rode gently in his backpack, peeking out with curious eyes.
But CUTIS knew Milo didn’t belong in a human camp. “We need to find his family,” he told Lu. “They’re probably looking for him too.”
So the next morning, the rescue mission continued.
CUTIS, Milo, and Lu set off deeper into the jungle, retracing the area where the storm had hit hardest. Along the way, they stopped to ask other animals for help.
First, they met a group of parrots chattering in the trees. “Have you seen a monkey troop nearby?” CUTIS called up.
One of the parrots squawked, “Yes! Toward the old fig tree, near the river bend!”
With new hope, they hurried toward the river. Milo clung tightly to CUTIS as the group crossed small streams and climbed over fallen logs. Lu led the way, his nose low to the ground.
Hours passed, and just when they were about to stop for rest, Lu barked excitedly. Up ahead, they heard monkey calls—high-pitched and anxious.
CUTIS and Milo followed the sound until they reached the old fig tree. There, a family of monkeys was calling out and searching through the branches.
“Mama! Papa!” Milo squealed, suddenly jumping down from CUTIS’s arms and running toward them.
A large female monkey turned quickly. When she saw Milo, she gasped and rushed forward, scooping him into her arms. The two hugged tightly, and the other monkeys gathered around, chirping and cuddling their lost baby.
CUTIS stood back with a smile, tears in his eyes. “You found your family, little one.”
Milo turned and looked at CUTIS, then ran back to him one last time. He hugged CUTIS’s leg and gently patted Lu’s head, then returned to his mother’s arms.
As the monkey troop disappeared into the trees, CUTIS and Lu sat under the fig tree, watching them go.
“I’ll miss him,” CUTIS said, “but he’s where he belongs.”
Just then, a small bird fluttered down with a vine in its beak. It dropped the vine into CUTIS’s hands. Tied into it was a little charm made from jungle seeds—something only monkeys made.
CUTIS smiled. “A thank-you gift,” he whispered.
The jungle around them felt alive with warmth. Though the beginning of the story was sad and scary, it had ended in joy, thanks to kindness, bravery, and the unbreakable bond between humans and animals.
As the sun set and the golden light filled the forest once again, CUTIS and Lu walked home slowly, hearts full of peace and pride.
They had rescued the baby monkey. And Milo would always remember the day he was saved. 😔🐒💛
