I like eggs and bacon, George tells me. Buthis face cloudsdo you know that bacon istears leap to his eyesWilbur? Mrs. Garrett sits down next to him immediately. George, weve been through this. Remember? Wilbur did not get made into bacon. Thats right. I bend down too as wetness overflows Georges lashes. Charlotte the spider saved him. He lived a long and happy lifewith Charlottes daughters, um, Nelly and Urania and Joy, Mrs. Garrett concludes. You, Samantha, are a keeper. I hope you dont shoplift.I start to cough. No. Never. Then is bacon Babe, Mom? Is it Babe?No, no, Babes still herding sheep. Bacon is not Babe. Bacon is only made from really mean pigs,George. Mrs. Garrett strokes his hair, then brushes his tears away.Bad pigs, I clarify.There are bad pigs? George looks nervous. Oops.Well, pigs with, um, no soul. That doesnt sound good either. I cast around for a good explanation. Like the animals that dont talk in Narnia. Dumb. George is four. Would he know Narnia yet? Hes still at Curious George.But understanding lights his face. Oh. Thats okay then. Cause I really like bacon.
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