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**The Day the Eagle Stole My Hot Dog**

*An Unexpected Picnic Adventure*

By Rasel MahmudPublished about a month ago 3 min read

**The Day the Eagle Stole My Hot Dog**

It was a perfect summer afternoon at the park, the kind where the sun glinted off the lake, and the smell of freshly cut grass mingled with the scent of sizzling hot dogs from the nearby vendor. My friends and I had gathered for our annual picnic, a cherished tradition since our high school days. We laid out our blankets, set up the grill, and unleashed an arsenal of snacks that would have fed a small army.

After a few rounds of frisbee and a particularly competitive game of corn hole, hunger struck with a vengeance. I made my way to the hot dog stand, my mouth already watering at the thought of biting into a juicy frankfurter smothered in mustard and relish. I ordered two, just to be safe, and returned to our spot, the hot dogs balanced precariously on a paper plate.

As I settled down on the blanket, a shadow passed overhead, momentarily blotting out the sun. I looked up to see a majestic bald eagle soaring high above, its wings outstretched in a powerful display of grace and freedom. "Look at that!" I exclaimed, pointing skyward. My friends turned their heads, awestruck by the sight.

In that fleeting moment of distraction, I failed to notice the eagle had turned its keen eyes on my hot dogs. With a speed that belied its size, it swooped down, talons outstretched. Before I could react, the eagle snatched one of the hot dogs clean off my plate.

For a second, I was too stunned to move. The eagle flapped its wings and ascended, my hot dog clutched tightly in its claws. The scene was almost surreal, like something out of a cartoon. I could practically hear the eagle cackling triumphantly as it soared away with its ill-gotten gain.

My friends erupted into laughter, their voices mingling with the delighted giggles of nearby children who had witnessed the daring theft. "Did that really just happen?" I asked, still in disbelief.

"Yep, it did," said Jake, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes. "That eagle just stole your lunch!"

I looked at my remaining hot dog, now feeling somewhat inadequate compared to the one that had been carried off by a bird of prey. "Well, at least I have one left," I said with a sigh, taking a bite. Despite the initial shock, the incident quickly became the highlight of the day. We joked about it endlessly, each retelling more exaggerated than the last.

As the afternoon wore on, we settled into our usual rhythm of chatting and relaxing. Every so often, one of us would glance skyward, half-expecting the eagle to return for round two. "Keep an eye on your food," someone would quip, "you never know when the eagle might strike again."

The sun began its descent, casting a golden hue over the park. The laughter of children gave way to the gentle hum of crickets, and we started to pack up. Despite the unexpected avian encounter, the day had been a resounding success. We shared stories, made new memories, and most importantly, enjoyed each other's company.

As we walked back to the cars, I couldn't help but think about the eagle. In a way, it had added a unique twist to our tradition. Every year, our picnic had been wonderful, but this one would be remembered as "the day the eagle stole my hot dog." It was a reminder that even the most ordinary days could hold extraordinary surprises.

That night, as I lay in bed, the image of the eagle swooping down played on a loop in my mind. I wondered where it had gone, if it had enjoyed its unexpected meal, and if it would remember the taste of a hot dog well enough to try again next year. I drifted off to sleep with a smile on my face, grateful for the laughter and the light-hearted moment that had made this picnic stand out from all the others.

The next morning, I woke to a group text from Jake. It was a meme he had made, featuring a picture of a bald eagle with the caption: "Steals hot dogs, hearts, and the show." I laughed out loud, replying with a string of laughing emojis. Our eagle story had taken flight, becoming a cherished part of our shared history. And I knew that, just like the eagle's daring dive, our friendship would always soar.

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Comments (3)

  • sadman29 days ago

    nice

  • sadmanabout a month ago

    very very nice

  • Rasel Mahmud (Author)about a month ago

    Nice Story

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