ABSTRACT
I was relieved at this point to discover that my growing need for a break wasn't entirely selfish. It had been an intense few hours, and the kabouter was as ready as I was to return to the cave for a siesta. However, after walking only a short way, we saw movement and noticed a flying squirrel that was stuck under a fallen branch, making a desperate attempt to free itself. Without any hesitation, the kabouter reached under the branch to try to free the squirrel, which panicked and bit his hand. However, the kabouter tried to lift the fallen tree again, and again he was bitten. I could see from his face that the bites were painful. Nevertheless, the kabouter didn't give up until he had lifted the tree enough to free the squirrel.
