As time passed, Darling got pregnant with another baby. This time it was a boy, but Lady didn't notice, until things got strange.
Lady sat in the backyard on a stone bench that was made for her. She was home-schooled, and since no other kids were with her, she used her free period to read her favorite novel, La Belle et La Bette, or more commonly known as, The Beauty and The Beast. But today, she was in no mood for reading.
~Tramp~
"What a day!" Tramp slowly crawled out of his makeshift home for the night. Of course, Tramp wasn't his real name, no no. That's a ridiculous name to give to a boy. That was his street name. His real name, nobody knows- if he even has a name. He had been orphaned since he was jut a baby. He lived at the orphanage for a while, but the people there were cruel, so he left to the streets.
"Well, now to dig up some breakfast." he said and stretched a bit. He smoothed his ruffled britches and finger-combed his light brown, almost a dusty brown colored hair. He walked down the street in content as he smiled at the shining sun.
"Cute little rascals." he coed at the small puppy clawing at the glass window of the pet store.
"Now, that breakfast. Let's see. Bernie's?" He looked carefully at the little restaurant.
"Nah. Francois?" he stared at the little pastry cafe.
"Oh, no, no. Nope. Too much starch for breakfast."
"Ah, Tony's! Oh, that's it." Tony was an old friend who always gave him scraps of leftover meals. Maybe it was that he was scared of him being, well, a streetlord and all, or maybe he actually cared for the boy.
"A beautiful day to make pizza to taste" Joe sang from inside the kitchen.
"Well, buongiorno, boy!" he called with his thick Italian accent. "You wanna your breakfast, eh?"
"Okay. the boss-a, he's-a save-a some-a nice-a pasta for you."
Tramp thanked Joe and scarfed his breakie.
Tramp walked down the street merrily whistling a tune. He stopped when he saw a fresh painted sign.
Tramp read it. Bewildered, he read again.
He read it out loud even, to see if he's eye were deceiving him.
"No children under the age of eighteen is permitted to be alone on the streets without a guardian at all times, or will be brought to the orphanage..." No no no no no. It was another scheme to get the gangs to stop the war. It wasn't a serious gang war, but it could get really bad. 3 kids wound up dead the other night. He turned to see a wagon coming down the street slowly. On the side it was painted in big black letters the word ORPHANAGE.
'Cripes' he thought and threw a rock at one of the horses. The hoses freaked out and the wagon tipped over. The driver went out to see the problem as Tramp slinked down to the wagon.
"Blimey! Look, Peg. It's the Tramp!" a thick and muscular boy said, nudging the blonde girl next to him.
"Hiya, handsome. Come to join the party?" Peg flirted in her usual manner. Tramp wasn't apart of any gang in particular, but he was rather close to Peg and her gang, the Dogs.
"All right, all right. No time for wisecracks. I've gotta get you out." Tramp grumbled, frowning at the lock.
"I'm tellin' ya, the pressure's really hot. Signs all over town."he winced at the sign across the street. He finally picked the lock and the two scrambled out.
"Hey, what's goin' on over there?" 'Crap.'
Tramp dodged the police man and jumped over a white picket fence.
"Well, Snob Hill. Ha." He judged the neighborhood quickly. All the large houses, clean streets, no orphanage signs, birdbaths and a fence around every tree.

Peace and Carrots and Ciao Bellas,

~Randomness Fan~