Wolong Valley
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Title: "Wolong Valley"
Medium: Hand Embellished Giclee on Paper
Edition Size: 88 S/N Worldwide
Copyright: © Caroline Young, All Rights Reserved
Dimensions: 18 inches tall by 18 inches wide unframed
Care: Do Not Hang In Direct Sunlight
Frame: Custom Framing Available for Customer at
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Medium: Hand Embellished Giclee on Paper
Edition Size: 88 S/N Worldwide
Copyright: © Caroline Young, All Rights Reserved
Dimensions: 18 inches tall by 18 inches wide unframed
Care: Do Not Hang In Direct Sunlight
Frame: Custom Framing Available for Customer at
Additional Cost - Final Frame Size Depends on
Frame Selection
"Wolong Valley" Story
According to legend, a young shepherdess lived in the Wolong Valley. She was much loved by everyone for her beauty and kindness. At that time, pandas were pure white, without their distinctive markings. Everyday, a young panda would come and play with the flock, perhaps mistaking them for one of his own. One day, a leopard attacked the panda cub. Hearing his cries, the shepherdess picked up a stick to beat off the leopard, without a thought for her own safety. The cub escaped, but the girl was killed.
At her funeral, all the pandas came to mourn her. As was the custom, they covered their limbs with ashes. They hugged each others and wiped away tears of grief from their eyes. As the weeping grew loud, they covered their ears from the sounds of grief. Wherever they touched themselves, the ashes stained their white fur black, and since that day, they have carried those distinctive markings.
According to legend, a young shepherdess lived in the Wolong Valley. She was much loved by everyone for her beauty and kindness. At that time, pandas were pure white, without their distinctive markings. Everyday, a young panda would come and play with the flock, perhaps mistaking them for one of his own. One day, a leopard attacked the panda cub. Hearing his cries, the shepherdess picked up a stick to beat off the leopard, without a thought for her own safety. The cub escaped, but the girl was killed.
At her funeral, all the pandas came to mourn her. As was the custom, they covered their limbs with ashes. They hugged each others and wiped away tears of grief from their eyes. As the weeping grew loud, they covered their ears from the sounds of grief. Wherever they touched themselves, the ashes stained their white fur black, and since that day, they have carried those distinctive markings.
