Thoughts of The Sacredness of Certain Animals Still Exists And This Is Good Thinking
\nWritten by Cheryl Freier, The Author Of The Day Of The Hidden Truth Poems
\n\tThe Mi\u2019kmaq people of Nova Scotia have for a very long time considered it a tradition to honor the albino animal. They believe strongly that this special animal is an ancestor coming back to help them. It is a custom for them, but there is not necessarily any laws which provide for the protection of these animals. Recently, in the town of Cape Breton in Nova Scotia, three hunters spotted a white moose in the woods. They pursued the animal and killed it.
\n\tThere was a public outcry and the hunters apologized to the public. The Mi\u2019kmaq people accepted their apology. Thus, the Mi\u2019kmaq people were recognized as leaders who believed not only in social customs, but as proponents for the survival of \u2018special animals\u201d. This is a good concept for others in the world to follow. However, the idea has to be taught and cultured to respect animals as well as to respect people.
\n\tIt follows that any person who likes and nurtures animals is a happy person. Basically, the person is expressing his or her feelings of love. In the book, The Day Of The Hidden Truth Poems, Martin Freier wrote all of the poems, and the rest of the book was written by Cheryl Freier. The poems were an expression of his feelings and each and every one of the poems has a powerful thought to think about. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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