# 5 : Now that's what I call a Salty Dog!

There's this kid in my homeroom who is addicted to salt. Seriously! In the cafeteria if the salt shaker is missing from the table, you know it's got to be Euclid Hill. Euclid! That's even worse than being called Marion. Well...maybe not, but it's still pretty bad.

Anyway, this Euclid kid douses everything with salt. Generally, I'm pretty used to all the weird things and even weirder people that populate Pluto, but Euclid is pretty strange, even by Plutonian standards.

The other day I'm in town with my mom and my sisters, the terrible twins, Dolly and Polly, when I spot Euc getting a hot dog from Mr. Union, the hot dog vendor who's been selling dogs on the same corner for like a billion years. Now, most people, even weird ones, usually put mustard or saurkraut or relish on their dogs. Some people, like me, even put ketchup.

But not Euclid. I'm watching from across the street, and Euc says something to Mr. Union, who gives him a weird look, then rummages around behind the counter and passes him something. Next thing I know, he's shaking salt onto his hot dog. And I don't mean a polite sprinkle. This guy's piling it on like his life depends on it. A few people passing by even stop and stare at him, and before you know it, there's a small crowd gathered around Euclid watching the salt pile up on his dog. Euc's completely oblivious to everyone, and once his hot dog's completely covered and looks like a small, snow-covered mountain on a bun, Euc licks his lips and shoves the whole thing in his mouth in one huge, disgusting gulp.

Some people, like Fatty, my best friend, think Euclid's an alien who needs the salt to survive on our planet. He says Euc comes from a planet that's mostly sodium in some form or other, so his people need it to survive the way humans need water. I'm pretty convinced. But then again, the guy may just like salt a whole lot.