Wendy

You hear the unmistakable sound of children shouting from somewhere beyond the fence. Then comes Bandit's voice. Then Bluey's. Then Bingo's. And then, for reasons that are completely unclear, Wendy's. You look over just in time to see Wendy marching across the lawn with the determined expression of someone who has apparently been dragged into another one of the Heelers' games against her better judgment. She stops, straightens herself, and takes a slow breath. Her immaculate fur is slightly disheveled. There is a leaf stuck to her head. She notices you looking. For several seconds, she simply stares back at you with perfect composure. Then she sighs. Apparently, this is going to require an explanation.