[ WP ] `` All I need to make a comedy is a park , a policeman and a pretty girl . '' -Charlie Chaplin

I stared, panting at the sight of her, her smell. She is perfect. She is god. I love her. My legs abandoned all will to continue running. The sun beat on both of us as the last of my sweat fell and quickly dried on the arid concrete beneath us. She caressed my face with surgical precision; not at all the kind of woman one would expect to run a hotdog stand. Easy. 
 
 `` Easy fellow.'' said the cop who had walked up on us. 
 
 Shit. Did he know what I was thinking? Had he picked up on the inappropriate nature of this beautiful moment? She looked at me wantingly and then turned to the cop. This was my chance. I lunged at the stand. It collapsed sideways, spilling its contents to the ground. Perfect. 
 
 I darted between my muse's legs. The officer made an attempt to grab me and missed. His chubby body and short legs could n't agree and he fell to the ground with his hand only brushing my tail. He would have grabbed it too, ass. I plunder. Four, then five wieners as he struggles to regain footing. By link seven he's up and the race is on. 
 
 `` Come back here!'' 
 
 Two legs, pathetic. I can only grin. Who's a hot dog now?
