The forest was quiet, and the path unfamiliar. For nearly fifteen minutes, the farmer followed without a word. Finally, the panda stopped.
At the base of a large tree, hidden beneath thick brush, was a small shape. A young animal. Hurt, breathing shallow. Tangled in wire.
It wasn’t a panda cub. It looked like a takin, or maybe something even rarer. But the panda had led him right to it.