The Flint Hills Foal Author:Dorothy Brenner Francis For two days, Kathy has searched for the little foal; Jay, her pesky stepbrother, insists on tagging along. Suddenly, Kathy sees the birds circling above a ravine. — "I know where Flash is!" she says in a low voice. "Look!" — "Buzzards!" exclaims Jay. "The foal is dead, then. I told you it was too late." — "No!" Frantic, Kathy runs to the ravine an... more »d looks down. Flash lies sprawled on the sun-baked ground - and she isn't moving.