Once upon a time, in a cozy village nestled between soft green hills, there lived a s

Once upon a time, in a cozy village nestled between soft green hills, there lived a small, fluffy donkey named Biscuit. Biscuit had the biggest brown eyes, the softest grey ears, and a little tuft of fur on his forehead that always stuck up no matter how the wind blew. One sunny morning, a farmer and his wife welcomed a baby girl into their home. They named her Lily. From the very first day, Biscuit would peek through the barn window and watch little Lily sleep in her cradle. Her tiny fingers, her soft little yawns — Biscuit thought she was the most wonderful thing he had ever seen. As Lily grew, she took her first wobbly steps right toward Biscuit's fence. She grabbed his soft nose with her tiny hands and giggled — the sweetest sound Biscuit had ever heard. From that day on, they were the best of friends. Every morning, Lily brought Biscuit a carrot. Every afternoon, Biscuit let Lily rest against his warm, fluffy side during nap time under the big oak tree. When Lily cried, Biscuit would make his softest, gentlest hee-haw — and somehow, that always made her laugh through her tears. One evening, a cold wind came rolling over the hills. Baby Lily wandered too far into the meadow, chasing a butterfly, and couldn't find her way back. She sat down in the tall grass and began to cry. But Biscuit had been watching. He trotted through the meadow, found her right away, and gently nudged her little hand with his nose. Lily wrapped her arms around his soft neck. Biscuit walked — slowl