it was a snowy morning in the small neighborhood of Home.

Poppy Partridge was woken up by the sound of crying coming from outside her barn. She hesitantly got up from her nest and wrapped her shawl around her shoulders

"Goodness me, what could possibly be making all that racket..?"

she slid open her door, expecting one of her neighbors, but instead there was a baby basket covered in a light layer of snow set on her doorstep.

she clucked frantically and picked the basket up