There’s a boy searching the piles of rubbish by the road dejectedly; he’s been up the road and down, without success, and is about to despair.
“What are you searching for?” you ask him, although you already know.
He turns, disconsolate, shielding his eyes from the sun as he looks up at you. “I’ve lost my dog,” he tells you, “He ran out when my sister left the door open.”