Jasmine wept. She wept in a cold, dark, creepy building; scared and alone. Bang. Next to her, a gate post crashed against the crumbly wall. Anxiously, leaves shivered and old metal doors creaked open. Rust was in the air.

A rumbling sound caught Jasmine’s attention and suddenly she felt alert. Inside her chest, her heart raced. Gingerly, one step at a time, Jasmine walked up the corridor until she came to the right room. She eased the the door open to find a cold, shivering baby deer.