A young fellow came over and ate a hot with relish, and then he bought another. He started to shrink. But instead of a dog, his clothing just lay there empty on the bench.
I barked, my friend the vendor came over and picked up the clothes. A hot dog fell out. He picked it up, dusted it off, and put it on a bun. He thought he'd dropped it. But I could smell it was that young man, he'd turned into a hot dog.
A lady came and got a hot dog for a little girl. Then some more customers came, but the young man now hot dog just lay there. It was getting late. The vendor closed his umbrella, and called me over. He handed me the hot dog which had been the other customer. I took him in my mouth and carried him over to the bench. I set him on the sidewalk and sniffed him. I wondered if he was still conscious. I wondered what would happen to me if I ate him. Mom always said you are what you eat, and this fellow sure became what he ate. Would I become a man or a hotdog if I ate him? Only one way to find out. I wolfed him down. He was delicious.