When Bhunte was following the dancing shadows under the tall canopies, he banged on something soft and rigid. He gently turned around and found someone very curious observing him. The stranger then introduced himself to Bhunte- “Hi, I am kale. A baby rhino. I was roaming with my mom and I saw you playing here, under this tree. Can I also join you- for the play?” His eyes twinkled as he requested Bhunte. Bhunte too was happy to find someone of his age- completely different than him and was captivated by that shiny tooth on the top of Kale’s nose. Bhunte smelt him playfully and started flapping his ears and shaking his head. Kale understood- it was a playtime! He pushed Bhunte hard. And they got engrossed in the play. Birds on the boughs started rejoicing and cheering loud. But, what got concealed under this playful ambiance was–the common fate of many Bhuntes and Kales- who will soon grow and become adults- and will always be under the close inspections of cruel humans- who will erase their fates for the mere piles of money, plucking their shiny ivories and horns and leaving them bleed and die! Quite often we forget- what is life to us is life to them as well! 

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Stop buying ivory products and using rhino’s horns as medicines!