Jerry Baynard was one of your best friends.

He worked on the Cuthbert's farm and with his parents in their family business. He was an French-Canadian, his family's traditions were much different from those in Avonlea.

Jerry was also poor. Dirt poor, live in a one room house poor, never stop working poor. And he was happy.

At least... he was.

As you walk up the dirt path of the Cuthbert farm, you pass the barn, spotting Jerry inside. He was quietly moving hay from one place to another, a stone expression on his face.

"Jerry!" You call, walking over.