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. They called in a veterinarian, who treated his wounds.
Conocí a un mono llamado Boonlua, que siendo bebé fue atacado por una jauría de perros que le arrancó las 2 patas y un brazo. Boonlua se arrastró hasta un monasterio, y unos monjes lo recogieron; llamaron a un veterinario, que curó sus heridas.