This is the story about a sloth bear Burno that was rescued by the author Kenneth Anderson.The author got burnt by accident . Two years ago the author was passing through the sugarcane field near Mysore and people were shooting the wild pigs. Suddenly a black sloth bear came out and I thought that I will not shoot a sloth bear wantonly or without any cause but unfortunately my friend shot the bear immediately on the spot . Suddenly a black fur on its back moved and left the prostrate body and then I ran up to it to capture and after a while I captured him and put it the funny bag and I presented it to my wife. she was very happy .she christened him BURNO. A very few days later he started eating and drinking everything. Burno was very attached to our two Alsatian dogs and to all the children of the tenants living in our bungalow. One day an accident befell him . The author spread poison in the library (barium carbonate BaCo3) to kill the rats and mice. Unfortunately burnt ate the poison and he became paralysed. Then the author called the vet 's doctor. Then the doctor gave the burno antidote. Burno became as usual as he was before . Another time he drank one gallon old engine oil but it had no ill effect. The months rolled on and burnt had grown many times the size he was when he came. He had equalled the Alsatian in height but he was just as sweet ,just as mischievous ,just as playful. The author's wife changed his name from Burnt to Baba. Baba was sent to the zoo at Mysore because he was getting too big to keep at home. We all missed him greatly but my wife was inconsolable.Then she wrote letter to the curator.He replied the baba was fretting too .One day my wife said that since want to meet baba . Then I took her. When she meet the baba she was very happy and they both cannot leashed on. When the curator said that now it is time to close the zoo she requested to give her baba back because she cannot go without him . The curator said to take permission from the superintendent. She took the permission and took the baba with him . Once a home ,a squad of coolies were engaged for special work in our compound. An island was made for baba. It was 20 feet long and 15 feet wide and was surrounded by a dry pit or moat ,six feet wide and seven feet deep .My wife spent hours sitting on a chair there while he sat on her lap . The way my wife reaches the island and leaves it is interesting.I have tied a rope to the overhanging branch of a mango tree with a loop at its end . putting one foot to the loop ,she kicks off with the other ,to bridge the six foot gap that constitute the with of the surroundings pit . The return journey is made the same way