Soon, the sound cleaners arrive and pile up the fallen branches with small shovels and tuning forks.
At that moment, a panting dog barking reaches the square and asks the others in desperation.
"Have you heard my little one? I lost him in the commotion before the storm."
Unfortunately, no one heard the little puppy whining. Seeing this, Tessa's investigative instincts kick in. She walks to the barking.
"Please show me where you last saw your puppy!"
The barking, relieved a bit, leads Tessa to the spot, who looks around thoughtfully. Where could the little whining be?