On my way home, something unexpected happened. I saw a group of men holding guns and my brother lying dead on the ground. I got extremely frightened. I quickly went behind the bush. Apparently, they are called poachers. They killed my brother and were taking away his tusks. But, they were in haste and very scared, while running away, they dropped one of his tusks. Once they disappeared, I ran quickly to pick that up. I carried it and went to my mom. She too got scared to see me in that condition. She pulled me towards her and with her frightened voice, advised me “Bhunte, never cross that fence, things are different on the other side”. When she was patting me, I was still nervous. I do not know who they were. I do not know why they killed my brother. I do not know why they need his tusk! I do not know how many such brothers are killed. I am still wondering and I am scared…

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