A neighbor noticed a mule in a nearby pasture — alone, neglected, barely fed or watered. She stopped. He was hesitant at first, but carrots, apples, and twice-daily visits won him over. Soon he was trotting to greet her.
She named him Graphite.
Word spread. Neighbors began stopping for visits, bringing treats. Graphite became the gravitational pull that drew a neighborhood together — not just to care for him, but to care for each other. A community formed around one special mule.