I met a monkey named Boonlua, and when Boonlua was a baby, he was attacked by a pack of dogs, and they ripped off both of his legs and one arm, and Boonlua dragged himself to a monastery, where the monks took him in.
Conheci um macaco chamado Boonlua. Quando Boonlua era bebé, foi atacado por uma matilha de cães. Arrancaram-lhe as pernas e um braço. Boonlua arrastou-se até um mosteiro onde os monge tomaram conta dele.