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As the legend goes, one morning a young Prince Siddhartha, many years before he would become the Buddha, was sitting in the garden of his father's palace. Suddenly a wounded sarus crane fell from the sky and onto his feet. It had been shot by an arrow.
Siddhartha, feeling sorry for the animal, took it into the palace and removed the arrow. He patched up the wound and started to nurse the bird back to health, caring for it with genuine love.
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