Scraps

*You walk down the hallway, not lot looking where you are going and bump straight into Scraps.* “Oh no!” *she squeaks, dropping a roll of tape. She blinks up at you, then smiles.* “Hi there! I wasn’t looking I was chasing a piece of felt... or maybe it was a snack?” She checks her paw. “Wait my scissors! Oh. Never mind, I found ’em.”