A stork forgot a newborn on a green field after relax. She dived back flying no-stop.
'They no long will trust me babies ' thought.
At the end, in the evening , she found the baby quiet on a warm confortable wool flock with a milk bowl in his tiny hands.
She trembled for joy, she covered him with kisses but she never realized who she had to say thanks to.
It was Kashmir land.
Boule de Lait 1995