I brought Henry home, tiny and weak, and shaking in my arms. When I set him down on the floor, he dashed under my bed. After a while I set water and food at the perimeter of his den, along with a green stuffed frog almost his size. I watched from the doorway as he poked his head out, took a drink of water, and dragged the frog back under the bed to join him. In time, he ventured out to see what I was doing in other parts of the house, and soon enough we were taking to the sidewalks, trails and beaches.
Meanwhile, the seeds of this project were rapidly sprouting.