Mr. Craig was at the park with his family.
He was the family cook and stood at the grill
cooking the hot
dogs while everyone else swam in
the pool. The little boy
had been standing by the
tree for a few minutes before Mr. Craig
"Do you need any help?" the boy asked.
"No, I think I've got it under control!"
Mr. Craig chuckled. Then he noticed the boy's
dirty t-shirt and
ragged pants. "I might need
some help eating all of these hot dogs
Mr. Craig said. "I think I may have cooked too
many. Would you like one?"
"Okay," the boy said. "I wouldn't want
you to have too many."