Jamie ran in the direction Nibbles had disappeared. His dad called after him, but Jamie didn’t stop. He searched beneath benches, behind shrubs, near water fountains. He asked families, zookeepers, even a janitor. Nobody had seen a puppy. His heart beat louder than the peacocks nearby.
After twenty minutes, Jamie returned to the picnic spot, but Nibbles wasn’t there. His father was talking to a staff member with a walkie-talkie. “We’ve got teams looking,” the woman said. “We’ll find him. Don’t worry.” But Jamie could see it in her eyes—worry was exactly what they were doing.