One of our uncles who was a hunter, realized that the rabbit he had shot was pregnant. Naturally, he feltremorse! He cut open the rabbit’s belly and found three baby rabbits inside. He buried them in the warmsand by the stream and soon noticed that they were still alive. He took them to the village, where he keptthem in a dimly lit room, suspended in a delicate cloth for a few days. One of the babies fell and died,another was eaten by a cat, but the last one survived. That summer, when our uncle went to his summerhouse, he took the surviving rabbit with him. They roamed together in the fields and garden... To mark therabbit, he pierced both of its ears. Over time, the rabbit grew and one day disappeared. Seasons passed,and winter arrived. One day, that same uncle went hunting with his friends again. During the hunt, hisfriend’s hound caught a rabbit—with its ears pierced...