I looked again more carefully.

I saw a pregnant woman holding her belly.

The people in my village let the woman stay with us.

Later that night, the pregnant woman cried, "The baby! The baby is coming."

The woman gave birth to a baby donkey.

"What shall we do?" the people wondered.

They ran away. The woman thought, "This baby is different. How shall I take care of it?"

In the end, she decided to love her baby. The baby was different, but she was his mother.

The baby donkey grew bigger and his mother found it difficult to carry him.

Mother was sad. Baby donkey was angry. Baby donkey kicked his mother.

When he saw his mother on the ground, baby donkey ran away.

Baby donkey was hungry, tired and alone. He fell asleep.

When baby donkey woke up, he saw a man standing next to him.

The strange man carried baby donkey to his home.

When baby donkey was old enough, he carried the man on his back.

One day, they went to the top of a hill and lay down to rest.

When baby donkey woke up, he was alone, again.

Baby donkey was worried. He went looking for his mother.

"Could that be my mother?" baby donkey wondered.

Baby donkey and his mother live together again. He carries his mother around their village.