Lessons from a hotdog

If you know me, you'd know that I love cheese hotdog. But its amazing what one little hotdog lying innocently on a plate can do. I've eaten other foods which act like they're alive. But never one to this extent. Let me relate my 'wonderful' experience with this cheese hotdog :

The chair scraped back as I took my seat at the dinner table just 1/2 an hour ago. The table was laden with a glass dish which contained chicken, button mushrooms and peppercorn. Add one bowl of soup with fishballs floating in. And not forgetting the hotdog. yay. My fave. LOL.
Okay, I admit that Iam a little addicted to handphone games. And I was in the middle of planting corn in Sims 3. I wasnt about to put my phone down. When I finally did, the cheese had bled out of the hotdog, leaving me hotdog floating in a puddle of cheese soup. The hotdog, however, looked a little shriveled up. That's when I made the 1st of the many stupid mistakes- I bit only 1/2 the hotdog. The next second, my mouth and tongue blazed with heat flames. Only just in time to realise my mum had said ," Dont eat yet ah, still very-" she didnt finish. The hotdog was making my eyes tear. I decided to take action. I stabbed my fork into the hotdog, lengthwise. And out of the hotdog came a squirt of melted cheese, which it squirted nicely into my eye. Score one for the hotdog. Cursing, I ran to the toilet to wash it out. My eye was smarting like anything at that time. When I returned, red eye and all, I realised that the hotdog had a large hole which opened up like a croc's mouth where I had previously ( was it just a moment ago? ) stabbed at it. Beautiful. And my mum still had to cheek to mention that the open 'mouth' effect was the hotdog laughing at me. Seriously. I peered into the hotdog's 'mouth' I realised that it was still bleeding the cheese out. Time was running out. If I wanted to savour the flavour of that hotdog with the cheese still intact, I had to do something fast. Without the weapon I had used before, ( ie. the fork), I picked up a spoon which had been sitting in the soup and proceeded to scoop up the hotdog. The cheese melted into the spoon. Then it slipped off. Did it really have to? The last of the cheese was now, sadly, on the floor, no longer edible. And as you all know, soup (esp. in a spoon ) is a good lubricant, or in this case, an excellent one. I bent down under the table to pick up the hotdog. As I got up, I whacked my head on the underside of the table. Woohoo. Stars and birds appeared. No doubt. There's probably huge bruise there now. The hotdog, oblivious to the ruckus it caused, rolled off my spoon and sat under the table again. Forget the hotdog. My head is more precious. Chirp chirp. The birds are still there. urgh.
To cut the long story short, the hotdog was washed and eaten in the end. It resembled a plain hotdog then. Without any filling. Well well.
What lessons can we learn from this hotdog?
We can learn that no matter how small an object, it can still harm you
You have to bec careful when it involves a head.
DO NOT UNDERESTIMATE A SMALL OBJECT!!