It was almost after a year, Bhunte and his herd crossed the same corridor to reach the other patch of forests. Bhunte was happy to see his herd’s and other herds’ footprints on the trail. It was a beginning of the monsoon in the forests and the sky roared aloud. And the droplets started hitting the canopy with the tip-a-tap sound. Bhunte enjoyed the first rain on his home. He walked looking at his green roof. “Careful, Bhunte, the ground is slippery” his mom trumpeted. And well, he skidded and fell down. “Croak-a-croak” yelled Putruke. Bhunte was happy to see her. It was his mom’s foot-mark from the last year migration season, where Putruke built her tiny home. Bhunte could see her children laughing and swimming inside the tiny puddle. Bhunte trumpeted loud to express his joy. He knew from his mother that they (elephants) not only maintain the forests, help in posting seeds from many tree-aunts to different parts of the forests, help other small mammals, and their poops can be home and food to many. And now, he saw that they even create a tiny home (micro-habitat) for many other fellows in their forests. Bhunte trumpeted loud again and followed his mom…

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