Micah enjoyed blackening his hot dog, he insisted that it tasted good. The wind blew the smoke from the campfire all over and Micah hid behind a little spruce tree and enjoyed the rest of his hotdog.
Scottie didn't care about the fire as Micah did, as long as he ate something he was happy. For a minute he ate with his eyes closed because he was facing the sun, I turned him around and there, that's better.
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