The sun had barely risen over the edge of the forest canopy when Cutis, the curious baby monkey, began his usual morning routine of exploring everything within reach. Among all the creatures he had met, none fascinated him more than the family’s calm, gentle goat named Luma. To Cutis, Luma wasn’t just another animal—she was a source of comfort, a soft and warm presence he could snuggle against whenever the world felt too big.
Every day, Cutis would toddle over on his tiny limbs, eyes bright with excitement, eager to wrap his little arms around Luma’s neck. The goat never pushed him away; instead, she would stand patiently, occasionally nudging him with her nose as though she understood just how important she had become to the little monkey. Their bond grew quietly but deeply, forming an unusual friendship that surprised even the animals who watched from a distance.
But one morning, something changed.
Cutis’s father, a strong and protective adult monkey, noticed Luma wandering a little too close to a part of the forest that wasn’t safe. Concerned, he decided it was time to lead the goat away for her safety. He approached calmly, gently guiding Luma toward a safer area. Yet to Cutis, what he saw was something entirely different: Dad was taking his friend away.
Cutis froze. His tiny eyes followed every step. Then, unable to contain himself, he let out the most heartbreaking cry—a trembling, emotional wail filled with confusion and fear. He tried to scamper after them, arms reaching out, his expressive little face scrunched with distress. It was a reaction so raw, so deeply emotional, that anyone watching would have felt their heart pull tight.
This wasn’t just an animal making noise—this was a baby grieving the sudden displacement of a friend.
His father paused, turning back to look at him. The older monkey hesitated. Though he understood the need for safety, he also understood his son’s feelings. Cutis’s cries softened into hiccups, but his tiny body still shook with sadness. Slowly, Dad approached, placing a reassuring hand over Cutis’s back. His presence helped calm the trembling, but the little monkey’s gaze stayed fixed on the direction Luma had gone.
Within moments, the father made a decision. Safety mattered—but so did bonds. He brought Cutis closer to Luma again, staying nearby to watch over them both.
Cutis’s entire demeanor changed. His tears stopped, replaced by small, joyful chirps as he pressed himself against the goat once more. It was a touching reminder that even the smallest creatures feel deeply, love fiercely, and cling tightly to the friendships that bring them comfort.
