"I do not want that hotdog," Patrick said.

Gavin the wombat came by. "Why?" Gavin said. "Do you distrust that hotdog?"

"Yes," Patrick said. "A bedbug was on it!"

Gavin ran in a small zigzag. "A bedbug!" he yelled.

He felt quite upset. "I will inspect it," Gavin said.

Gavin held the hotdog. He did not see a bedbug.

"I see no bedbug," Gavin said. "It is intact." Patrick and Gavin sat by the sand.

They held the hotdog. "I will help you," Gavin said as he split the hotdog.

Patrick and Gavin ate the hotdog. Patrick felt glad.