[EXT. HILLSIDE FARM – STORMY AFTERNOON]
The wind howled across the open field. Thunder cracked overhead, and cold rain poured down in sheets.
Somewhere in the distance, a faint sound broke through the storm:
a cry.
Not a human cry—
a baby lamb.
[EXT. MUDDY HILL – MOMENTS LATER]
THOMAS (40s, rugged, kind), a farmer with a heart far bigger than his words, rushes across the muddy slope, boots sinking deep into the ground.
He hears the bleating again—closer now, weaker.
There, wedged between two fallen logs and tangled in bramble, lay a tiny newborn lamb, soaked to the bone, shivering violently.
Her mother is nowhere in sight.
THOMAS (gently):
Easy, little one… I’ve got you.
He kneels, shielding her from the wind, and works quickly to untangle her tiny legs. She cries again—this time softer.
He wraps her in his coat and lifts her close to his chest.
[INT. FARMHOUSE – LATER]
The fireplace crackles. The baby lamb lies wrapped in a blanket on a heating pad. Thomas carefully dries her with a towel, rubbing life back into her fragile body.
He places a warm bottle of milk to her lips. She hesitates… then starts to drink.
THOMAS (smiling softly):
There you go. You’re not alone anymore.
[EXT. FARM FIELD – ONE WEEK LATER]
The sun rises over the hills.
The lamb—now stronger, fluffier, and full of energy—trots beside Thomas as he walks the fence line.
Every few steps, she leaps joyfully into the air, like she’s thanking the earth just for being alive.
And Thomas watches her with quiet pride.
One small rescue. One big heart. One life changed forever.
