My name is Harold. I'm 78 years old and I live on a small farm with my animals — rabbits, otters, and a few old donkeys.A couple of years ago, things got tough. Feed prices went up, vet bills kept coming, and my savings started running out. I didn't know how I was going to keep this place going.One evening I was sitting in my workshop, looking at some old fabric and thread. I thought — maybe I could make something. Something small. Something that could help.So I made my first plush toy. A little bunny, inspired by the rabbits outside my window. I gave it a heartbeat and a soft glow, because I wanted it to feel alive. Like the real ones on my farm.I never expected anyone to care. But here you are.Every plushie I make helps me buy feed, pay the vet, and keep my little farm alive for one more season. They're not perfect — my hands aren't as steady as they used to be. But I put love into every single one.Thank you for giving this old farmer a chance.— Harold