The Picnic Table

[manhattan]

"Hello Laddy" Manhattan said with a Scottish accent and a sunny smile. She decided to try it out for the day. She had nothing better to do. "Care to bring yoah body and yoah pussy cat ovah here and join me in the sun."

[pupdawkinseitz]

"Hello Laddy. Care to bring yoah body and yoah pussy cat ovah here and join me in the sun."
"

Pup listened to her speak, and a little toothy grin spread across his dirt smudged face. He nodded and made his way over, climbing up on the table so he was sitting next to her and smiling shyly up at her. He let his little legs hang off the edge, and swang them a little, watching his untied shoe laces dangle back and forth, wiping his nose on his sleeve and then giving the girl another little smile.

[manhattan]

Manhattan sat up and eased off the table. scratching the kitty's head she nodded to the kid.

"Now you take good care of this heah sun spot laddie and enjoy." she said with her accent smiled and walked away.

[street]

[[New Day]]

Street sat on the vacant picnic table, her short stature allowing her feet to swing back and forth. She held in her right hand a fresh cinnamon bun that she was busy devouring greedily. She'd been able to knick it from the street vendor while he was distracted by another thief. Street had been chased away from the vendor's cinnamony goods more times then she cared to count. And finally, she'd achieved her goal. She hummed contently, her hungry stomach was beginning to stop grumbling. A thin, mangy dog came up to her, it looked very hungry. A flash of guilt and pity went through her... She took a little bit and the dog cried. She sighed and threw the rest of the bun (nearly one third!) to the animal. It gobbled it down then trotted away. "Can't even stay and give me some company..." She muttered. But she'd done a good deed. That ought to count for something.

Street began to people watch. It was one of her favorite things. She liked imagining where they were going, were they'd been, and who they were. She often wondered if people did the same to her. But is wasn't hard. She was tiny, with straw-like light blonde hair, vacany grey eyes, and no shoes. She was from the street, she was probably going to die in a few years (bad winter, disease riddled summer, etc.) and she was exactly as she looked, an orphan and street urchin. A street rat. A thief. But... She was Street.