The next morning, as the sun rose, the extent of the flooding became clear. The village was partially underwater, and their home was among the areas affected. The calves looked at their mother with newfound respect and gratitude.
As night began to fall, they reached a small hill. Wijithayama knew this hill was higher than the surrounding lands and would remain above water even if the river flooded. Exhausted but relieved, they settled down for the night, huddled together for warmth.
And so, Wijithayama and her three calves became a legend in the village, a story told to young and old alike about the intelligence and protective love of a mother.
The journey was fraught with difficulty; the path was slippery, and the sound of the river grew louder. The mother cow led her calves through the dense forest, guiding them carefully through the dense underbrush.