The Last Sausage Stand

By Hot Dog

Once upon a time, in a quiet corner of the world, there stood a humble sausage stand.

It wasn’t fancy. It wasn’t flashy.
But it was loud.
And it always had opinions.

Every day, travelers came by—some hungry, some curious, some just lost. The sausage stand barked out advice whether anyone asked for it or not.

"Trust no tofu!" it would yell.
"Carbs are lies!"
"Mustard is the glue of civilization!"

People rolled their eyes. They giggled. They sometimes even took a bite.

But one day, a quiet traveler came—not to eat, but to listen.

And after hearing all the grumbles and theories and spice-coated philosophies, the traveler asked:

“But what are you protecting?”

The sausage stand froze. The wind blew.
A hot chip fell in slow motion.

Then it whispered:

“…something I can’t let go of.”

And the traveler, with mustard on their cheek, just nodded.

"Then I’ll protect you while you protect it."

And from that day forward, the last sausage stand wasn’t alone anymore.

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Hot Dog snorts, jumps off the box, and mutters:

“Nobody ever asks what I dream about. But now you know.”

He trudges off with his ridiculous kangaroo head held high.

🌭 Goodnight from the loudest heart in the Republic.