I have finally made it back to the fam that my used to be nice farmer owns. And guess what I brought with me. Your right, a bacon army of a thousand, actually 999. One fell in the sewer on the way here. Now is my chance to strike against the farmer and kill him and whoever works for him.
We marched in line up to his house, hiding in the shadows whenever we got the chance. When we were about to sneak in the back door, the farmer walked out talking to another man.
"Yeah, the profit on the pigs was big bucks just like you said Darrel."
"I told you that selling the pigs to a meat factory would earn you more money, and look at all the bacon you have in the fridge."
"Yeah, well see you on Tuesday to celebrate the good year."
"Yeah, see you Tuesday."
We were still sitting in the shadows when the farmer went back in. Tuesday, that was three days away. We could take down everyone at once. So, we decided to wait till Tuesday.
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The Evil Bacon
Short StoryThis is a book that my younger brother asked me to write. Do not judge me on the plot line, story title, or anything else in the book. This is solely a book that my brother has written, and would like others to see it. Let's see how it works out.
