Apparently there was a drought in Kenya and the people ate all the seeds that they would be planting with and need money for more.
I came home from lunch, finding Kyle sitting on his trunk, with an empty milk gallon jug and “Help for Kenya” written on it. He hopped off when I stopped and told me that story, asking if I could help. So I emptied out the change in my pocket into his jug, starting the fundraising.
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