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I like eggs and bacon,_ George tells me. __ut___is face clouds___o you know that bacon is___ears leap to his eyes___ilbur?_ Mrs. Garrett sits down next to him immediately. __eorge, we__e been through this. Remember? Wilbur did not get made into bacon._ __hat__ right._ I bend down too as wetness overflows George__ lashes. __harlotte the spider saved him. He lived a long and happy life__ith Charlotte__ daughters, um, Nelly and Urania and__ __oy,_ Mrs. Garrett concludes. __ou, Samantha, are a keeper. I hope you don__ shoplift.__ start to cough. __o. Never._ __hen is bacon Babe, Mom? Is it Babe?___o, no, Babe__ 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.__ad pigs,_ I clarify.__here are bad pigs?_ George looks nervous. Oops.__ell, pigs with, um, no soul._ That doesn__ sound good either. I cast around for a good explanation. __ike the animals that don__ talk in Narnia._ Dumb. George is four. Would he know Narnia yet? He__ still at Curious George.But understanding lights his face. __h. That__ okay then. __ause I really like bacon.