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This is a story called “Bacon” that I wrote when I was 10

Harvey was a pig with elephant ears and a big tusk like a wooly mammoth. Harvey also ate a lot. He was fat. Very fat. In fact, so fat, that Harvey could hardly move! OK, so we’re getting off the point… anyway Harvey was fat (you knew that much). Harvey also lived on a farm. He was born into a family of 9 stinky, smelly, fat, piglets. Did I mention they were fat? Where did the kids get their fatness you might ask? Well, their dad was actually fat too. Much like Harvey. So, the family that owned the pigs butchered his dad and had bacon. Harvey didn’t know, though, because he was so overwhelmed in his glorious fatness.

After Harvey’s dad died, a small bluebird perched on Harvey’s left shoulder(It was almost breakfast time). The bluebird said, “Harvey, Harvey! Haven’t you heard? Your dad died!” Harvey grunted and dropped his snout into his trough of slop. “Harvey!” The bluebird said, still firmly planted on Harvey’s should. Harvey just shrugged it off and it flew away, clearly annoyed. Coming up with his snout covered in moldy oatmeal, Harvey smiled with glee. Life was good. That is, until Harvey was butchered himself.

Today, we remember Harvey for his wonderful, awesome fatness, and his unconditional laziness. Oh, and did I mention what happened to the farmer’s wife? She became fat too, and it was all because of Harvey.

The End

The moral of this story is: Enjoy bacon for what it is; fat pigs’ generous donations!!