When I was a little girl living in the bush, I was running down the path and I tripped and fell. I went crying to my grandmother and showed her the cut on my hand. She was putting those iodine sticks that they used to have on it and when I looked up to the sky, I saw a hotdog fly across the sky with the bun. I pointed it out to grandma and said, ”Grandma, Grandma did you see that?” and she looked up and by that time it was already gone. Then I went up to my grandpa and said, “Grandpa, Grandpa, did you see that?” and by that time it was already gone. To this day, I truly believe I saw a hotdog fly across the sky with the bun.