Sports

Sports
After a game, I usually have a hot dog. Normally the hot dogs are non-living. My hot dog is living and evil. Just when I was about to eat my hot dog, the hot dog went right out of my hand and starting to attack people. I was apparently there king. After the hot dog ran away I guessed I had too much sugar and kept walking, but when I got outside there were a lot of hot dogs standing in front of me. “Um, maybe I had a little too much sugar,” I told myself. All of a sudden I realized all of these hot dogs were respecting me. I asked them why. They told me that you had made us alive and we are your servants now. To Be Continued……….. By: Jack Young