Every morning at dawn, the zookeepers would begin their rounds, checking on the animals. Max, a golden retriever with a heart as large as his fur, had made it his mission to patrol the zoo with his nose to the ground, alerting staff to any stray food or misplaced toys. In contrast, the horses, led by a wise mare named Aurora, spent their days grazing in the meadow enclosure, their hooves kicking up the scent of wildflowers in the breeze. The zoo was a peaceful place—until the storm came.