On a late winter evening, author Paul Bochner looked out the window of his home. A solitary fawn stood in near darkness, famished, disabled, and clearly in pain. Hobbled with a broken foot, abandoned by her mother and left to die, she had miraculously endured an exceptionally brutal winter alone in the woods. Perhaps it was an imperative toward survival which led Penelope to his door. From that night, remaining wild and free, she returned to him daily. Each time she appeared, Bochner greeted her gently, offering food, empathy, and care, allowing her to guide the progress of their relationship. As he earned Penelope's trust and observed the full range of her emotions, it became evident that their inner lives were more alike than might have seemed possible.
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