The Legend of the Heartbroken Hot Dog
By Julie Morley
A bright light floods my vision, blinding me. I think I am awake. No, that’s not right. I’m Alive. Somehow, I am alive and everything is beautiful. Vibrant colors and shapes emerge into my vision, becoming clearer as seconds pass. I don’t understand this place, what is it? Legs are wiggling beneath me, connected to the body of a hot dog. A hot dog blessed with life.
That is when I saw his face, one of such wonder and curiosity. A gleeful chef, seemingly giddy about my existence, looking over me in such awe. I was a miracle. He was a lonely man seeking some comfort food in his refrigerator only to discover comfort in his food. One in need of a companion; of a friend.
I found myself needing him as much as he needed me.
Our friendship sprung up immediately and it felt as if we were an ideal match. We were inseparable. Never was there a dull moment between the two of us. Such a smart man, my friend, Chef. Exuberant about everything he knew and joyful to speak of it. As time passed, he began to show me more about the world and what it has to offer.
Such incredible activities we’d partake in, things I could never imagine to be such fun. These strange objects referred to as Kites were utilized for flight. Just a string holding onto some fabric, floating in the sky without a direction intended. They certainly would not take us anywhere in particular. It was wonderful. We merely stood and enjoyed the curiosity it.
There is nothing Chef loves more than to cook, hence his profession. Every meal he treated with such tenderness and care. He’d meticulously season the meats and handle them delicately. Often he’d ask for my help with the meal, just to include me. A little hot dog helping prepare a sirloin steak.
And the marvel of Karate! Who’d figure the Chef would be so versatile and adventurous? By Chef’s side, I became a hot dog karate master; a real wiener to be reckoned with. Not one wooden plank was safe from me.
Every day was an unforgettable adventure. I cherished every bit of it. I was happy. He loved me.
Until one day, Chef was feeling rather hungry. When exploring the fridge for nourishment, my old hot dog package had a rather upsetting label: contains Tofu, meatless dogs. Betrayed, hateful, deceived. He lashed out at me. I was garbage. No longer was I a friend to him nor a true hot dog.
He threw me away. As if, to Chef, I was simply food. What we had, didn’t it matter?
It is so cold out here. Not a friend in the world and nowhere to go. When no one knows of your existence, do you even matter?
Do I really need him?
No, I certainly don’t.
I’ll show him! A tofu dog can do anything a meaty one can! I’ll explore the world by myself. You’ll see!
Another View is regular column from Julie Morley where she looks at various games from an unusual perspective.