Timmy grew up on a peaceful farm, surrounded rolling hills and fields of golden wheat. From very young age, Timmy had a special job the farm. Every morning, as the roosters crowed, would race to the chicken coop. With a in one hand, he collected freshly laid eggs. hens clucked and flapped their wings, as if their gratitude for his care.

Timmy's afternoons were in the apple orchard, where he picked the apples with great care. His fingers gently plucked one. In the evenings, he visited the barn help with the cows. Timmy's soft voice and touch calmed all the cows. With a bucket fresh water and some hay, he made sure were comfortable for the night.

As the years , the farm thrived, and Timmy's love for the grew. He realized that his job on the was not just about chores; it was about love of the land, animals, and the simple of rural life.