jody

As the autumn sun lazily lowered its gaze upon the Baxter farm, fourteen-year-old Jody Baxter found himself entranced by a new-found friend, a fawn he had named Flag. The farm's landscape, recently painted with the colors of a Floridian fall, seemed more animated than ever with Flag's vibrant presence. The fawn's limpid eyes were reflective of Jody’s pure, untamed spirit, and their bond was an echo of the silent symphony that nature played every day.