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Hot Dog Heist

Dang Distracting Dogs...

By Ben ShepherdPublished 11 months ago 1 min read
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Hot Dog Heist
Photo by Diane Picchiottino on Unsplash

"Now!" Chief barked as the hot dog vendor unlatched the food cart's small door.

The team sprang into action. Chief and Stumpy casually approached the area, each stopping at their checkpoints to wait for the signal. Runt nonchalantly sauntered over to the hot dog stand and stood behind a family that was waiting in line.

By now the vendor had opened the door and was pulling out hot dogs and relish. He hadn't noticed Runt get in line, nor did he see Runt make eye contact with a driver, then dash toward the street.

Brakes locked, tires skidded, bumpers crunched, and horns honked. The vendor, like everyone else, looked to the street. Someone had slammed their brakes on just in front of the hot dog stand, causing a three-car pile up. The vendor quickly closed the door and ran towards the accident not bothering with the latch.

The sound of horns sent Chief and Stumpy to the cart at top speed. Runt joined them just as Chief was nudging the door open with his nose.

"Nice work," said Chief. "Now grab and run!"

Seconds later, a puzzled shopkeeper watched three dogs dash past his door, bags hanging from their mouths.

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Ben Shepherd

Eternal optimist and chocoholic. As the world becomes an ever-scarier place, I've found writing to be a more economical (and healthier) coping option than chocolate.

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