They found a shaded picnic spot near the flamingo pond. Jamie’s dad unpacked sandwiches while Nibbles sniffed around the table legs. “You’ve earned your lunch,” Jamie said, tearing off a piece of cheese for his puppy. “Just don’t wander, okay?” He unclipped the leash just for a moment.
It happened so fast. A loud clang—maybe a dropped tray or metal gate—and Nibbles bolted. Tail high, ears perked, chasing the sound like it was a toy. “Nibbles!” Jamie shouted, standing up so fast he knocked over his juice box. “Nibbles, come back!” But the little pup was gone.