Corin: Mice
She curled onto the ground, praying violently for warmth. She slept on the ground, deep in the alley, with only her thick clothes for comfort. Corin's stomach growled and she squeezed her eyes shut. She bit her lip and tried to drown out the sounds of the night.
Something tickled her foot and she sat up, gasping. Two mice stood near her. She squinted in the darkness, trying to see clearly. They sat, staring, in a way Corin deemed smug. On their whiskers where what Corin swore where crumbs.
"Venez ici petites créatures," she coaxed, reaching out to them. "Vous me permettre de manger."
Before Corin could have her dinner, the mice fled.
What you see should be French for "Come here little creatures, let me eat you." I used some Internet translating programs, so if I got it wrong, forgive me.