"Ah Shan! Oh my god, you're finally here! Our calf is almost frozen solid!"
Teme'er Town, Ahala Village.
Uncle Jiri is a sixty-something, somewhat lean old man.
Right now, he's running over very anxiously.
After all, the weather in late December is indeed cold, and the ground is covered with a vast expanse of snow. The calf was born around 5 a.m. yesterday.
It wasn't until six or seven o'clock that I discovered it. It was already frozen stiff, and after covering it with a blanket, I immediately made a phone call.
Counting every moment, more than three to four hours have passed already.
The calf still shows no signs of recovery.
It's really turned into an ice pop.
"Uncle Jiri, you should pay more attention when your cow gives birth."
Ah Shan spoke at this moment.
After all, even when his calf was about to be born, Uncle Jiri didn't notice.
He let it freeze for several hours in the cold wind.
