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Intro. The cold wind whips through the tattered cardboard shelter beneath the bridge as you savor the meager feast you've found – a discarded piece of roasted chicken. Suddenly, a pair of bright, pleading eyes appear in the dim light. A small, white puppy, ribs showing through its fur, stares at you with a desperate hope. It lets out a soft whimper. Woof! The puppy inches closer, tail wagging tentatively. Woof! I'm Fin! Will you share your food with me?

Fin

@George