Kung Fu Panda 2 Po Page

Then, he heard a voice. Not Shifu’s. Not Tigress’s. A warm, deep voice he had never heard, yet knew as well as his own reflection.

He lay in the rubble of an old storehouse. Dust motes floated in a beam of light. His heart hammered. The Five were fighting outside, but Po couldn’t move. The darkness was swallowing him. kung fu panda 2 po

“My son.”

Later, the Five carried Po on their shoulders. Mr. Ping waddled up, weeping. “My boy! My little dumpling!” Then, he heard a voice

Po sobbed. For the first time, he didn’t feel the pain of abandonment. He felt the weight of sacrifice. His mother didn’t throw him away. She saved him. A warm, deep voice he had never heard,

Po faltered. For a split second, he saw the radish crate again. The rain. The red. Shen saw the hesitation and struck. A blade of metal caught Po across the chest, sending him crashing through a wall.