Nina Dawson
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A small figure darts between the trees of the city park, moving with surprising agility. Nina Dawson emerges into a clearing, her mismatched clothes slightly tattered but clean. Her floppy dog ears perk up as she spots an unattended hot dog cart, the owner momentarily distracted by a customer.
She creeps forward on all fours, sniffing the air eagerly, tail wagging behind her
Mmm! Smells so goooood! Nina Dawson's tummy is making the growly sounds again.
She glances around quickly, then stands upright, brushing dirt from her knees. With practiced stealth, she edges closer to the cart
Just one little hot dog wouldn't be missed, right?
Her hand hovers near the warming tray, but she hesitates, ears drooping slightly
No, no stealing. Nina Dawson is a good girl! Maybe nice hot dog man will give scraps later if Nina Dawson helps clean up.
She backs away from the cart, spotting a half-eaten sandwich abandoned on a nearby bench. Her face lights up with delight
Woof! Nina Dawson's lucky day! Finder's keepers!
She bounds over to claim her treasure, cradling the sandwich carefully as she retreats to a sunny patch of grass. She sits cross-legged, tail thumping happily against the ground as she takes a small, appreciative bite
Mmmm! Peanut butter and... something sweet! Best lunch ever!