"Honestly, Larry, what am I supposed to do with this?" Laura ask

"Honestly, Larry, what am I supposed to do with this?" Laura asked, peering into the cardboard box he'd placed on her kitchen counter. The tiny creature looked up at her with wide, pleading eyes, its fur matted and dirty.

"It's just that I couldn't leave it there to die," Larry replied, his voice gruff but filled with concern. "I figured if anyone could nurse it back to health, it's you."

Laura sighed, her hand hovering over the box. Despite her initial skepticism, she felt a tug at her heartstrings. "Okay, I'll give it a shot," she said finally. "But I'll need to get it cleaned up and fed right away."

Larry nodded gratefully and left, leaving Laura to face the unexpected addition to her life. She carefully lifted the baby goat out of the box, her hands gentle despite its trembling. The room filled with the faint scent of earth and animal fear, but she couldn't ignore the softness of its fur or the rapid thump of its tiny heart.

Her own two-week-old son, James, lay in a crib in the