Written দ্বারা Donna Ann Armentrout of Missouri (USA)
I was driving প্রথমপাতা from work one দিন with my son. As we passed a কাঠবিড়াল that had been hit on the road and was presumably dead, I glanced in my rearview mirror and thought I saw him twitch. I immediately pulled over and walked back to the কাঠবিড়াল lying in the middle of the road. Sure enough, he was still alive. And with every passing car, moved ever so slightly with what little life he had left in him. I knew from past experience — my younger...
