Let me tell two stories about birds first.
Yellowstone National Park once experienced a forest fire. After the fire, the rangers began to go up the mountain to check the disaster. A ranger found a burnt bird under the tree. Although dead, the bird remained in a posture like a statue. The ranger was a little surprised, so he poked the bird gently with the branch. Unexpectedly, several chicks emerged from under the wings of their dead mother. It turns out that this loving mother bird instinctively knows that toxic smoke will rise to high places. In order to prevent disaster from befalling the children, she took some birds under the big tree and propped up an umbrella for them with her wings. Mother bird could have spread her wings and flew away to find a safe place to live. But it can't leave its children in the fire. When the flame came up and burned its body, it stood there firmly and did not move. Because it has made up its mind to protect its children with its own life.
The other is an interesting story about swallows that I saw on the Internet:
In autumn, swallows begin to fly south, and a flock of swallows are preparing to fly over a expressway. One, probably flying too long, a little tired, flying very low when crossing the road. Suddenly, a big truck roared by and the tragedy happened again. Another swallow in the flock immediately left the flock and landed next to the dead one. Was it his lover or his family who died? Another car came and the mother bird flew away quickly. The fast speed of the car rolled up the wind, and the birds on the ground turned over with it. Seeing that the bird on the ground changed its posture, the swallow seemed to be encouraged and flew down quickly, waiting beside him and singing loudly. The voice was heartbreaking, as if to shout: Why don't you get up? But the other party can never hear it, so the bird tries to catch the bird on the ground. He tried to take him away, and he flapped his wings again and again. Another car passed by and the bird's body was quickly blown away by the car. Once again, parents were encouraged to keep trying in vain. ...
After the story is finished, I don't know when my two hands have been held by my son and husband respectively.
The son went on to tell two interesting stories about dogs:
I have a classmate who keeps a yellow dog at home. One day, his father got a big piece of dog meat from nowhere. My classmate didn't know it was dog meat at that time, so he threw the bone to the yellow dog as usual. The yellow dog sniffed, but turned away abnormally. This classmate sympathized with the yellow dog and cut a piece of dog meat and threw it in front of the yellow dog. Who knows that the docile yellow dog shouted "woof-woof" at him angrily, which has never happened before. The classmate was frightened and ran home to tell his father that the meat was dog meat. As soon as he understood, he ran out of the house to pick up meat and bones, but when he ran out, he was shocked: under the fig tree in the yard, the yellow dog was digging wildly with his two front paws, and soon he dug a small pit, then put the bones and dog meat into the pit respectively and filled the pit with soil. Finally, he raised a small mound, like a small grave. After all this, the yellow dog looked up at the little master who stood there and was usually very kind to him. My classmate said that the dog cried and he saw two tears hanging from the corner of the yellow dog's eye.
After listening to my son's story, my husband and I were speechless for a while. My son saw our silence and said, I'll tell you another story. This is novel and interesting.
A resident of Ribanhaote, Inner Mongolia, raised a Tibetan mastiff named "Panther", which is a female and is about to give birth to a cub. The man was worried that Panther would not protect her young son when she became a mother for the first time, so he moved into the delivery room of Panther. I also temporarily built a honeycomb coal stove in the house. At about 1 p.m. that night, the man woke up feeling dizzy and nauseous. He tried to get out of bed, but as soon as he stood up, he fell to the ground. Seeing this, the "black panther" first barked at his master's side, and then licked his master's face in a low voice with his tongue in horror. Seeing that his master didn't respond, he barked and rushed out of the house, clutching at the hostess's door desperately. The hostess was awakened and rescued her husband. However,' Panther' was frightened or overly nervous. Shortly after its owner was rescued, it gave birth to eight small Tibetan mastiffs one after another, but died one after another. "Panther" sacrificed his eight children for the savior.
After my son's story was finished, my husband and I still didn't laugh.
Husband said, let me tell you a story about a wolf.
A male wolf fell into a trap dug by the hunter in the bush. When the hunter tried to shoot the male wolf near the trap, he accidentally fell into his trap because the ground was wet after the rain. So the hunter and the fierce male wolf were trapped in the narrow bottom of the trap. At first, the male wolf stared fiercely at the hunter who was close at hand, eked out Bai Sensen's spikes and let out a low deterrent howl in his nostrils. The hunter with his bare hands knows that he can't beat the male wolf anyway. He thinks it's karma. But with years of hunting experience, he quickly calmed down and bared his teeth and stared at the male wolf. The man came face to face with the wolf. After a few minutes or hours, the male wolf may feel that the person in front of him is not a threat to him. Maybe he has no time to take care of it, and it is important to run for his life. He stared at the hunter and took two steps back. When he saw that the hunter didn't respond, he turned around and began to scratch the trap wall quickly with his sharp front paws without hesitation. After the rain, the soil was very loose. The old wolf quickly stripped off a lot of soil under his feet and raised the bottom of the trap by one layer. The male wolf jumped on the mound with his hind legs, raised his front paws and continued to hold high. The hunter soon understood the intention of the male wolf, and immediately followed the male wolf, stepping on the soft soil captured by the male wolf and making it step-like. Wolves and people have become partners in the same boat at this moment. Man and wolf, in order to survive, cooperate so tacitly and harmoniously. It only took the wolf and the man more than two hours to see the ground overhead. The wolf jumped to the ground, took a few steps forward, stopped, turned and sat down, staring at the hole. The hunter finally climbed up the hole with difficulty. Seeing the wolf staring at himself, he quickly picked up the gun that fell to the ground and aimed at the wolf's chest. When the male wolf saw the hunter coming, he cocked his head and winked at the hunter, then slowly got up and walked slowly to the depths of the jungle. Turning the ridge, I turned and looked at the hunter. With a gun in his hand and stiff fingers, the hunter aimed stupefied at the fading male wolf and never pulled the trigger. Since then, hunters no longer enter the mountains.
After listening to her husband's story, the son was speechless for a long time and suddenly said loudly: I saw a news on TV today that the Indian capital, New Delhi, refused to entertain. Woodlands in New Delhi cover 70% of the whole city, and animals such as peacocks, squirrels and monkeys live in dense woodlands. People can go in without buying tickets, walk or exercise on the grass, and people and animals live in harmony in the urban area. The night in New Delhi is so quiet that people think they are in a virgin forest. People in New Delhi believe that the bright light at night will not only disturb sleep, but also disturb the ecological balance. Kangaroos and peacocks in the bushes, dogs and cows on the roadside all need to sleep in the dark, otherwise some plants will bloom in strong light and birds will leave their nests early, which will inevitably disturb their biological clocks.
After listening to my son's words, I reminded him: Now that the bird is asleep, will you disturb the bird's sleep by talking so loudly? The son spat out his tongue mischievously and said, then let's go home and sleep. So the three men walked home hand in hand.