Once we took a boat fishing trip. While we were making our preparation to have a picnic on the shore of an island, the most interested at fishing of us persecuted a great number of trout by boating. As we were walking in search of an appropriate place for having a sunbath, I decided to amuse ladies around by joking. The dam was full of water and we hardly walk upon the shore. It was easier for us to pass throughout the wood. However, we had to twist and turn as we were walking in the brushwood.

A tree was felt upon the mountain path and as we were trying to surpass it, we suddenly found out an enormous kind of bird. It seemed it was ground over the grass and dead set against us by clapping its sharp beak with a colour of orange. It seemed not to be a harmless strange creature, but we came closer. The bird did not move around. However, hearing a strange voice of growling coming against us suddenly flabbergasted us. "It seems to be a dog!" someone exclaimed with exaltation. We cordially admitted. We were afraid of the bird and we decided to move back.

On arriving the lunchtime, we organised a gathering at our bivouac and told the men what actually happened. We were drowning with inspiration by telling about our story. We sincerely trusted it was unpredictable. "No one have ever known such a strange bird like this", exclaimed a man with sense of humour. He knew very well how to recognise much different kind of birds. We accepted with delight his opinion. But some of us were insulted and felt bad because of lack of trust they had received. We had to find the passage back to the place we were before. So, we left our bivouac again in search of the bird. Up ahead in the distance, we saw the bird. It was standing upon the grass. A man, who was our colleague, came forward without any sense of fear. Instead of hearing on the strange sound. It seemed to be a capering with the beak and we thought for the second time it was a dog coming against us. The man gently caught the bird's beak and put its head under the wing. The bird stayed with delight and we decided it seemed to be asleep. The man felt happiness. He embraced the bird and picked it up. It was nothing but a little stork settled at a nest and came off upon the grass. Its foot was broken bad. Obviously, the little stork suffered in pain. However, we brought it back into a camp and made a rim for its foot. A man put some snails into its beak. The bird stayed with delight by eating the snails. Its home was here in the nature, so the bird was abandoned of us.

We were absolutely sure its mother would bring back at the place we found out the stork and would take care of his child.