Spaghetti In A Hot Dog Bun; Judging A Book By Its Cover
Spaghetti In A Hot Dog Bun
By Maria Dismondy
Everything was looking great for a nice summer picnic with Barack Obama and his friends, the Iranian Diplomats. The whether was beautiful, the smell of fresh cut grass in the air, the promise of beautiful fireworks at sunset. Everyone was so excited that they couldn't wait for the wonderful day of the picnic to get there. Barack promised to bring the hot dogs, and asked his Iranian friends if they would bring the buns. They agreed, and the cookout was on!
As the day of the cookout grew closer, the Iranians got more and more excited about the event. They could hardly contain themselves. So excited were they that a few of them almost RSVPed! What a great summertime picnic this was going to be.
And then, the unimaginable happened. First, the Iranian President won his re-election in a landslide. Then, the Iranian people claimed that the whole thing was a fraud. They began to make such a scene that the President of Iran had to tell them they were being bad and send them to their rooms. Not wanting to mess up his picnic, Barack was very cautious in how he handled the situation. "You're not being very nice", he told the President. But still, the situation got worse.
Finally, Barack was forced to take a really firm stance. "If you don't start being nice," he told the Iranian President, "your friends can't come to my party anymore." The Iranian President didn't care, because he wasn't invited anyway. So he just kept on being bad. Finally, Barack took the strong and decisive action that nobody thought would ever come. "No hot dogs for you" he told his Iranian friends.
I wish this story had a happy ending, but it doesn't. The Iranian President just kept on being a Mr. Meanypants. Barack was forced to sit in the park by himself with a bunch of hot dogs and no buns. And those poor Iranian Diplomats, having pleanty of buns but no hot dogs, spent their 4th of July alone in their offices eating Spaghetti In A Hot Dog Bun.
