It was one of those sunny mornings when the garden behind the house looked especially peaceful. The flowers were in bloom, birds were chirping, and the breeze was soft. Everything seemed perfect—except for the two most important little characters of the story: CUTIS, the kind-hearted farmer boy, and the baby monkey, who was mischievous, playful, and endlessly curious.
Usually, CUTIS and the baby monkey were inseparable. They ate together, played together, and even napped under the same tree. They were like siblings, bound not by blood but by love. But on this particular day, something very funny happened that turned their peaceful friendship into the “funniest fight ever.”
The Start of Trouble
CUTIS had prepared a bowl of juicy mango slices for breakfast. He set the bowl on the table and turned away to fetch some rice. But the baby monkey had other plans. With his big shiny eyes locked on the mango, he stretched out his little hand, grabbed a slice, and stuffed it into his mouth before CUTIS could notice.
When CUTIS turned back, he saw sticky mango juice dripping from the monkey’s chin.
“Hey! That was mine!” CUTIS shouted, though not too seriously at first.
The monkey tilted his head, chewing proudly, and let out a playful squeak as if to say, “Finders keepers!”
CUTIS frowned and crossed his arms. “Don’t you act so innocent! You already had bananas earlier!”
But the baby monkey wasn’t done. He reached again, grabbed another slice, and darted across the yard, holding the mango triumphantly above his head. CUTIS chased after him, his sandals slapping the dirt, and the battle of the mango officially began.
CUTIS Gets Angry
The baby monkey was fast, darting between flower pots and climbing onto a low branch. CUTIS tried to climb after him, but the monkey swung higher, just out of reach.
“You little thief!” CUTIS huffed, his face red from both anger and laughter. “Come down right now!”
Instead of obeying, the monkey smirked—yes, smirked—and licked the mango slice dramatically, making loud “slurp” noises just to annoy CUTIS more.
That was it. CUTIS stomped his foot on the ground. “Fine! If you don’t come down, no more snacks for you all day!”
The monkey froze, eyes wide, as if CUTIS had just declared the end of the world. He squeaked angrily, dropped the mango pit, and crossed his tiny arms like a child throwing a tantrum. CUTIS mirrored the gesture, both boy and monkey standing in the yard, arms folded, glaring at each other.
The neighbors who happened to walk by couldn’t stop giggling. The sight of a boy and a monkey having a “serious fight” was simply hilarious.
The Monkey Strikes Back
But CUTIS’s anger didn’t end the fight. The monkey decided to fight back in his own cheeky way. He climbed down slowly, grabbed a leaf, dipped it into the water bucket, and splashed CUTIS right in the face!
“AHHHH!” CUTIS gasped, his hair dripping wet.
The monkey jumped up and down in triumph, clapping his little hands and screeching with laughter. CUTIS, however, was not amused. He grabbed a small cup, filled it with water, and chased the monkey again.
Around the garden they went, boy chasing monkey, monkey dodging with unbelievable speed. CUTIS threw a splash of water, but the monkey ducked just in time, leaving CUTIS to soak his own shirt.
“Stop running!” CUTIS yelled.
“Eee-eee-eee!” replied the monkey, sticking out his tongue.
By now, both of them were wet, sticky, and angrier than ever—but also looking absolutely ridiculous.
Silent Treatment
After what felt like hours of chasing, both CUTIS and the baby monkey finally stopped. CUTIS sat on the ground, pouting. The monkey climbed onto the fence, also pouting.
Neither spoke. Neither looked at each other. The silence was heavy, but to anyone watching, it was hilarious—two little friends acting like stubborn siblings after a fight.
CUTIS muttered under his breath, “I’m not talking to you anymore.”
The monkey, understanding from the tone, turned his back dramatically and scratched his ear, pretending CUTIS didn’t exist.
Five minutes passed. CUTIS peeked over, hoping the monkey would come apologize. The monkey peeked too, but when their eyes met, they both quickly turned away.
It was like watching two little kids in the middle of a silent war.
The Funniest Moment
The funniest part came when CUTIS decided to eat the last mango slice all by himself, hoping to make the monkey jealous. He sat there, exaggerating every bite, humming “Mmmm, delicious!” loud enough for the monkey to hear.
The monkey’s face twisted with jealousy. He squeaked angrily, grabbed a small pebble, and tossed it near CUTIS’s foot—not to hurt him, but just to say, “Hey! That’s not fair!”
CUTIS laughed, “What? Now you’re mad because I didn’t share?”
The monkey puffed up his cheeks, stomped his tiny feet, and suddenly snatched CUTIS’s hat off his head, running away with it. CUTIS bolted up, shouting, “Give it back!”
The sight of the monkey wearing CUTIS’s hat, slightly tilted and way too big, was so comical that even CUTIS couldn’t stay angry. He burst out laughing, rolling onto the grass. The monkey froze for a second, then also squeaked with laughter, tossing the hat back onto CUTIS’s chest.
Just like that, their anger melted into giggles.
Making Up
When the laughter died down, CUTIS reached into his pocket and pulled out a small piece of candy he had been saving. He held it out toward the monkey.
“Truce?” CUTIS asked.
The monkey tilted his head, still pretending to be mad, but curiosity got the better of him. He hopped down, snatched the candy, and nibbled happily. CUTIS patted his head, and this time the monkey didn’t run away.
“See? We’re better together,” CUTIS said softly.
The monkey squeaked in agreement and wrapped his tiny arms around CUTIS’s neck, giving him a warm hug. CUTIS hugged back, smiling. Their little quarrel was officially over.
The Lesson
The fight between CUTIS and the baby monkey might have looked serious, but in reality, it was nothing more than a playful spat—just like siblings often have. It was the funniest display of stubbornness, jealousy, and reconciliation anyone could witness.
Sometimes, even the best of friends get angry with each other. What matters is not the fight itself but how quickly love and laughter bring them back together. CUTIS and the baby monkey reminded everyone that forgiveness can come as easily as a hug and a smile.
Conclusion
By the end of the day, CUTIS and the baby monkey were back to their usual selves—sharing snacks, playing games, and sitting side by side as the sun set behind the trees. The memory of their silly fight remained, though, and it became one of the funniest stories to tell.
Whenever neighbors passed by, they would chuckle and say, “Remember the day CUTIS and the monkey got angry with each other? Funniest thing ever!”
And indeed, it was the funniest ever—because nothing is more heartwarming (and hilarious) than watching two best friends argue, make faces, pout, and then forgive each other with laughter.
