12/03/2025
A storm hit a rural farm overnight. When the owner went out the next morning, he found his mare, Hazel, standing unmoved beside a giant fallen tree.
She wouldn’t eat.
Wouldn’t walk.
Wouldn’t even blink at him.
Only when he came closer did he understand why.
Under the huge tree trunk, hidden in the leaves, was a tiny fawn — terrified, shivering, unable to stand.
Hazel had shielded it all night from coyotes.
All alone.
In the dark.
In the rain.
She stayed until help arrived.
Sometimes the softest hearts beat inside the strongest bodies.
