It was a calm and sunny morning at the peaceful farm where CUTIS, the gentle and intelligent farmer, lived with his small animal family. Among them was a curious and lively baby monkey named Lu. CUTIS had raised Lu ever since he rescued the little monkey as an abandoned newborn. The bond between them was special—Lu clung to CUTIS like a shadow, following him everywhere and mimicking everything he did. CUTIS had become not just a caretaker, but a father figure to Lu.
The day started like any other. CUTIS woke up early, fed the chickens, watered the plants, and checked on the cows. Lu, as usual, was right behind him, carrying a tiny basket and trying to imitate CUTIS’s every move. The two made quite the team. They laughed, played, and worked side by side.
But sometimes, life changes in an instant.
That afternoon, CUTIS decided to repair an old wooden fence by the edge of the farm. It was a task he had postponed for weeks, but today he felt it needed his attention. Lu was playing nearby, swinging from a low tree branch, giggling and clapping his tiny hands. CUTIS smiled, feeling happy and content—unaware that danger was quietly waiting.
As CUTIS hammered one of the boards into place, the ladder beneath him suddenly shifted on a patch of soft soil. In a flash, the ladder tipped sideways, and CUTIS lost his balance. He fell heavily to the ground, hitting his head and shoulder against a large rock hidden in the tall grass.
The tools scattered. The birds nearby flew away in a panic. And Lu? Lu froze in fear, wide-eyed and shaking.
“Dad?” the baby monkey squeaked in his tiny voice, but CUTIS didn’t respond. He lay still, groaning in pain, barely conscious.
Lu rushed over, touching CUTIS’s face with trembling hands. He tugged on CUTIS’s shirt, making small panicked noises, hoping his dad would get up and smile like he always did. But CUTIS’s eyes were shut tight, his breathing heavy and irregular.
The little monkey was terrified. He had never seen CUTIS like this before. For the first time, Lu realized that something was seriously wrong—and he was too small to help.
But he remembered one thing: when CUTIS needed help, he always went to the village.
With tears in his eyes, Lu made the hardest decision of his life. He would go find help.
Lu scampered across the farm, sprinting through bushes, hopping over logs, and narrowly avoiding a barking dog. His tiny heart pounded, but he didn’t stop. He knew where the village was—he had gone there before riding on CUTIS’s shoulder.
After nearly twenty minutes of running, the little monkey reached the edge of the village. People looked surprised to see a tiny monkey running alone, clearly distressed. Some laughed at first, but one kind old woman noticed Lu’s desperation.
“He’s trying to tell us something!” she said.
Lu grabbed her hand, then ran a few steps and turned back, waving his little arms urgently. The woman followed, calling out for help. Soon, a group of villagers joined her. Lu led them all the way back to the farm, crying and pointing every time he looked back.
When they arrived, they found CUTIS unconscious but still breathing. The villagers quickly carried him to a cart and rushed him to the nearest clinic. The doctor examined him and confirmed that he had a concussion, a fractured shoulder, and bruised ribs—but he would recover.
The news brought a wave of relief to everyone, but no one was more relieved than little Lu. He sat quietly beside CUTIS’s bed, holding his hand, refusing to leave his side. Nurses and villagers watched in awe as the baby monkey curled up next to CUTIS, pressing his head gently against his chest.
Three days passed.
CUTIS finally opened his eyes to find Lu staring at him, tears in his little eyes and a wide, shaky grin on his face.
“You saved me, didn’t you?” CUTIS whispered weakly, reaching out to stroke Lu’s soft fur.
Lu squealed in joy, jumping onto the bed and hugging CUTIS tightly. His tail wrapped around CUTIS’s arm, and he refused to let go.
News of Lu’s heroic actions spread through the village. People were amazed at the little monkey’s intelligence and loyalty. Children came by the clinic to bring fruit and flowers, not just for CUTIS, but for Lu—the brave baby monkey who didn’t give up.
CUTIS was eventually released from the clinic, his arm in a sling and bandages around his shoulder. As he returned to the farm, the first thing he did was kneel and hug Lu tightly.
“Thank you,” he said, tears filling his eyes. “You’re more than just my little buddy. You’re my hero.”
From that day on, Lu became more protective of CUTIS. He would always watch from a nearby tree or perch when CUTIS was working. If the ladder came out, Lu would tug on CUTIS’s pants to make sure it was stable. The baby monkey learned what “danger” meant—and never wanted to see his dad hurt again.
The villagers, too, took notice. They began visiting more often, offering to help around the farm, checking in on CUTIS, and bringing treats for Lu. They had all seen something unforgettable: a baby monkey’s deep, pure love for his human dad—and how that love saved a life.
And though CUTIS eventually healed completely, he would always say that the most important medicine during his recovery wasn’t pills or bandages.
It was Lu.
Because sometimes, the smallest hands hold the biggest hearts. And even a tiny creature, when driven by love, can do the most incredible things.
CUTIS would never forget that fall. But even more so, he would never forget the look in Lu’s eyes—the panic, the determination, the bravery.
That was the day CUTIS almost lost everything.
And it was the day a baby monkey proved that love could save a life.
