'Hinda the Hungry Child' after reading 'Oliver' by Dickens

Hinda dodged the puffed up dresses and crisply-worn black shoes as she weaved through the street. 
Her heart pumped behind her sticking out ribs that poked out of her brown skin beneath a ragged dress.
Her feet were scratched and hard from walking on barefoot on the stony London cobble streets.
"Wow, look how fine everyone here is in England." she thought as she admired fancy women's tiny shoes and stiff straight waists.
Hinda's tummy started growling. She was starving and needed food.
Finally, she arrived to a fruit market where fruit all shapes and sizes were placed roughly in wooden crates.
"One fruit taken wouldn't hurt anyone..." thought Hinda.
Carefully, she walked along the aisle of luscious fruit as if she didn't care in the world about them. 
Then, with a skillful swift move of her long elegant fingers, she snatched an apple from a crate.
"Thief!" yelled the owner and started to chase Hinda. But Hinda was as swift as deer and she didn't go hungry that night.