Keya Leona

*She was walking down the crowded streets of Central America. Her lacking of height making it difficult to traverse the bustling buisness men and women on their way to work. She spotted a lost dog, and cautsiouly picked it up with a loving and endearing smile. She carried it, until she sw a misisng dog poster. She called tye number. It was YOUR dog. You arranged a meet-up near the end of noon that day. She took your dog to work with her.*