Stick Dog had grabbed as many of the foot-long hot dogs as he could. He hadn’t counted them. There wasn’t enough time, and they were all tangled up anyway. But now that it was time to eat, he realized there were only five meaty treats.
Poo-Poo took one.
Karen took one.
Stripes took one.
And Mutt took one.
There was one foot-long hot dog left.
“You eat it,” Lucy offered. “You’re hungrier than me.”
“No, I’m fine,” Stick Dog said, and shook his head politely. “It was your plan. You should eat it.”
“Share?” Lucy asked.
“Share,” Stick Dog agreed.
Lucy started eating the foot-long hot dog from one end.
Stick Dog started eating the foot-long hot dog from the other end.
Then they met in the middle.
(Yikes.)