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My volunteer , Laura and I cuddled the little guy in the stall and he enjoyed back scratches , and rooting through the straw , the first time he has probably been able to play in his small , traumatic life . Later , as Laura and I cleaned the chicken coop and de - loused the hens , we could hear Rusty snorting and banging against the stall door , wanting company . I put him back in with Wilma and Willow and he contentedly found a soft place in the straw , and closed his little eyes . Near dusk I spent even more time with Rusty , mixing up some food for him .
Why did Laura volunteer to help the author with the animals ?