My Godmother Is a Weasel

Many years ago, a pale yellow weasel ran through the dense forest of Longwang Mountain, carrying a newborn human baby in its mouth. After a long journey over mountain after mountain, it came upon a village. It charged into the gate of the nearest house with the baby in its mouth, then collapsed in a pool of blood. At the same time, the baby let out a piercing wail, drawing the people inside. As the dying weasel watched the door slowly open, it knew the child could be saved...