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's dead, then. I told you it was too late." — "No!" Frantic, Kathy runs to the ravine and ... more »looks down. Flash lies sprawled on the sun-baked ground- and she isn't moving.