"Imagine, if you would, the music of heaven and earth in pig flesh. How could I resist?

I greedily picked the bacon from the tree, and set to work building a fire. I roasted the bacon in the afternoon sun, not knowing what was to come! Not knowing what evils lie ahead! I was young....too young. Foolish. It was much too soon.

I...I lost everything that day. The unripe bacon, too young, far too young, went up in a black smoke. A spark landed on the tree, and it was immediately engulfed in a terrible fireball, so terrible that just viewing it from a distance, which of course I had ran to upon seeing my fragile shelter immolate, made me fall to my knees and weep. The bacon tree was gone.

I had no more shelter, and the afternoon sun bore down like buffalo on me again. Only this time, there was nowhere for me to go. Nowhere to hide.

And then, darkness.

"This recipe was fantastic! I am a house cat, and after making this recipe I was able to speak english for roughly 30 seconds! I can't wait to try this wimeow meow meow meow meow meow.