But because it was taken with my wife’s phone there is the problem of downloading to my computer, as I have yet to use usb stuff (I am behind time and archaic standard to most people).
The story goes that a contractor’s lorry came to the factory and discovered there were 2 chicks left behind from his earlier trip. He left them with the workers. The chicks, because of the lack of mother’s love, needed a substitute, which they found in ‘Kau Kau’, one of about 10 dogs in the factory. The name used happens to be ‘dog’ in Burmese. Over a period of weeks, it was discovered that one chick disappeared and the remaining one becomes attached to Kau Kau, treating her like its mother hen!
The chick will stay close to Kau Kau and given the chance, like when she stands still, it would hop on to her back. Kau Kau protects her from one or two dogs which tried to cause trouble. The unusual relationship has resulted in the loss of freedom for the dog as she is tied during the day to prevent the chick from going astray. It could possibly save its life because the workers agreed with my wife that the chick is not to be slaughtered for food! It has now grown feathers and with increasing size, it would look more odd.
This is so common now, from what we have seen through the internet, examples of natural enemies bonding with each other from young – cat with mouse, dog with cat, and so on and so forth. But now, I understand the reason why.
A friend forwarded to me the following story which showed the amazing selflessness and protective instinct of a mother’s love:
A very touching story.
There were so many touching stories from the Wen Chuan earthquake. As a salut to this mom, I have translated the original into English, so my non-Chinese-speaking friends could read it, and pass it around, too. It's a story that should not stay only within the Chinese community.
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When rescuers found her, she was already dead, crushed by the collapsed house. Through gaps in the rubbles, they could see her posture.
Kneeling on both knees, her entire upper body bent forward, held up by her two hands pressed against the ground, as if performing the ceremonial bow in an ancient ritual. Except, her body had been compressed out of shape and looked somewhat eerie.
With some effort, rescuers carefully removed the debris burying her, found her child lying beneath her, bundled in a little red blanket decorated with yellow flower prints. He was about 3-4 months old.
Shielded by his mother's body , he was totally unharmed, sleeping peacefully as he was brought out. His soundly asleep face warmed the hearts of all rescuers on the scene.
As the rescue team's doctor unbundled the blanket to examine the baby, he discovered a mobile phone tucked into the blanket. He subconsciously looked at the display, found there was a SMS message.
"My Dear Baby, If you were to stay alive, you must remember that I love you."
No stranger to the pain and sorrow brought by death, the doctor nonetheless wept at this moment. The cell phone was passed around, every person who read the message wept.
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