Weekly Writing Segments

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"Well, I think you'll get more this time 'round, I mean the weight of that one looks pretty promising," Rocco said, pointing to his plastic bag.

"Yeah, I guess so," Wesley said, "I don't want to get my hopes up too much though, or else I'd be severely disappointed."

"Oh, don't think so low, pal. I know you'll get enough this time, I bet on it," Rocco smiled, putting an arm around him.

"Thanks," Wesley smiled wearily. "Though I don't know-"

Just then, a faint scent of cooking meat from a nearby barbeque broke him out of his ponder. Without hesitation, Bud ran past him excitedly, whimpering aloud in delight. Wesley tried to keep up with him, but he was long gone, bolting a block down the street.

"The heck was that for?!" Rocco asked, putting a claw over his mouth.

"We should follow him, he could get hurt!" Rolla urged Wesley with a worried face.

"Buddy! Wait, stop!" Wesley ran after him, though he wasn't nearly fast enough to catch him.

Bud abruptly stopped beside the stand, barking and wagging his tail, looking up at the hot dogs on the stand with excited, hungry eyes.

"W-what? Here?" he asked, looking down at Bud who'd whimper and tap his feet.

"Man, that dog has quite the schnauzer!" Rocco said, surprised. "I wouldn't have known this thing was here!" He gasped, "Let's steal from it!"

"Rocco, stop it. Obviously, that isn't the best thing to do right now," Rolla scolded.

"Are you kidding, we've struck gold! We gotta steal from it, we just gotta!" Rocco pleaded.

The vendor at the hot dog stand looked at the boy and his dog curiously. He leaned his arm against the counter and the other on his back, "What can I help you two with?" He asked with a raised eyebrow, smirking in amusement, though his face was riddled with concern when looking at their bony appearances. The both of them were young and the boy didn't look a day over 10.

"Ask him for a hot dog, perhaps?" Rolla suggested.

"Guys, shush!" Wesley whispered to Rocco and Rolla sharply.

"Is there something wrong?" the vendor asked, confused by the boy's lone whispers.