“Third time’s a charm,” said the old coach as tried yet again to show his young tee-ballers how to swing. He made a connection and sent the ball flying into the outfield. “See kids, that’s how it’s done,” said the coach, secretly thanking his lucky stars that he even made a connection. After the short tutorial it was game time. The children took their spots and the coach made his way to the concession stand, today it was his turn to manage it. That’s when he saw it, the stubby figure walking over like a toddler, with a large angular nose, his face concealed in a french tunic. “How may I help you?” said the coach.

“Hotdogs.” said the figure.

“Sure, why how many would you like?” said the friendly old coach.

“Hot dogs,” said the figure. The figure raised up and his french tunic slipped from his face. The old coach screamed. It was Dustin Hoffman! The movie star!

“Oh my oh my,” said the coach, “Why I loved you in All The President’s Men.”

“Thanks,” replied Dustin, “now how about those hot diggity dogs!”

“Ah yes,” replied the coach. “Of course the dogs, but first won’t you autograph my Tee ball hat?”

“Sure replied Dustin, and he signed it personally.

“Could you make it out to the greatest Tee ball coach ever?” asked the coach.

“Oh yes, I would be happy too,” replied Dustin. And he did. Then wolfhook came and killed the coach, stole his hat, and yes, he ate those hot dogs.

Author’s Note: This story has a twist on the end so violent I nearly crapped my pants writting it.