Different night, different animal. Today I heard a story about elks who separate into old and young with the old sacrificing themselves to allow the young to live. In this case, in reference to jumping over an insurmountable chasm. I told the story of elephants who mourn their dead, crows who can not let one die alone, and my favorite, ants that come back for their dead. Then there was the story of the cow in the desert who stopped a caravan carrying water, by blocking the road. It endured a severe whipping but refused to move, until a soldier, going against his orders, filled a bowl of water and brought it to her. The cow didn’t drink, but bellowed, and moments later, a calf appeared.

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