A DOG'S TALE

Once upon a time, there was this dog named Norton. Sometimes Norton would get out of his master's yard and go to strange places. One of his favorite places to visit was this particular fire- plug which sat at the end of a dark, tree-covered lane.  Unfortunately, at least for Norton, his favorite fire plug was located too near an evil and wicked old witch's house. It was an old two-storied Victorian house which was quite run-down.  Sometimes at night, you could see weird, dim lights moving around inside the house. At other times, when the moon hid its' face behind the dark clouds, weird, evil laughter would spill out through the broken windows and float across the stillness of the night. It was enough to send chills down the spine of the bravest person.  As a result, all the towns people avoided going near the old house. But Norton was just a dog, and not that smart. It was Halloween and Norton had slipped out through a hole in the fence. He had an urgent need to visit his favorite fire-plug. It was a dark and scary night, but Norton didn't mind. He just trotted farther and farther into the darkness of the tree-covered lane. It brought him closer and closer to the evil old witch's house. Just as Norton started to enjoy the visit to his favorite fire plug, the moon passed behind a cloud. As the moon faded from sight, a ghostly figure floated down from an upstairs window of the old house. It grabbed poor old Norton and carried him off. Now this turn of events did scare Norton. As he was being swept into the old house, he yelped and he yelped. No matter how much poor old Norton yelped, the ghost would not let him go. In the front door, through the living room they went. The ghost took Norton into the kitchen where an old hag was attending to a huge, black caldron which was suspended over a hot fire in the fireplace. 'PLOP!'  They dropped poor old Norton into the scalding hot water and cooked him until tender. After that, they ground him up and stuffed him into sausage skins.  Now you know how the first Hot Dog came to be. So, the next time you are smearing mustard on your hot dog.... remember poor old Norton.  He may have been a dumb dog, but he was a good dog. I don't think he ever wanted to be a hot dog, but you know the story now. So when you hear dogs howling on dark gloomy nights, be assured they are making hot dogs again. ENJOY YOUR HOT DOG, DEARIE !!!                                        ~~~~FINIS~~~~ By mitch October of 1998, For his Granddaughters

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