Seagal the Beagle
By: Isabella Bautista
It was a cold winters night when Seagal the beagle had a funny feeling in his belly. His tummy was rumbling and tumbling all through the night. Seagal rises from his little beagle bed and shakes his head and takes a midnight stroll through the city in search for some grub. Every restaurant was already closed for the night... except for an empty sausage shop named "25/8 Sausages". Seagal walks to the countertop and rings a bell, waiting for someone to come out and take his order.
"Good morning to ya, order some sausages that won't disap-oink ya". A large middle-aged pig walks up to the register as he wipes his butchers knife with a towel. Seagal is frozen in shock after realizing that the owner of the sausage restaurant was a pig. "What gives!? Are you gonna order something or not!?" Says the shop, owner who is growing uncomfortable with the look he is being given. " “Yes I will order something, I'm starving." Says Seagal as he tries recollect his composure. |
"I've never seen ya' around these parts ya' know that. What's ya' name?". "My name is Seagal the Beagle. And yours?". "Bakin... Chris P. Bakin. Nice ta' meet ya'. A hungry fellow such as yourself chose the perfect place to grab a bite ta' eat. We got the best sausages in town". "Is that so?" Asks Seagal in an excited manner. Chris replies, "Oouh of course. Our sausages are freshly made every day using only the finest ingredients ta' ensure the best quality." Seagal begins to grow suspicious of how Bakin makes his sausages every day. "Hey Mr. Bakin, Im curious about where you are from... you got any family from around here?" To be continued... |