Once there was a piggy named Wilbur and his best friend named Cubby. They were both big, fat adult pigs that have lived on a farm called "Clide's Corn and More." Clide's job was to run a restaurant near the farm he owned. Some of the food he served at the restaurant was bacon, eggs, corn and ribs. It was almost time for Wilbur and Cubby's turn to be turned into bacon.

Now Wilbur and Cubby are trying to think of a plan to save themselves from being turned into bacon.

"Cockadoodle Doooooo!" says the rooster on the farm to start the day. Wilbur's face was streaming with sweat. Wilbur walked up to Cubby with a frown on his face and said,

"I got bad news, Cubby. Word in the chicken coop is the farmer is going to chop us into bacon. What do we think we are doing? Just standing here doing nothing when we both know that sooner or later we are going to be made into a dollar value meal. I suspected they were up to something fishyever since they have been giving extra food to fatten me up some more before I'm somebody's bacon. At first I was really excited about the extra food, but then another pig said, "Stop! Don't eat that food! That's what they did to my brother before they sent him to a house to be turned into bacon. So don't eat the food!""

"You know, they've been giving me extra food too, and I added some BIG pounds because of it - fifteen pounds to be exact!" Cubby said.

"Ok, let's get cracking on this plan. I know where we can plan - in our club, near the barn," Wilbur said.

"Man! We haven't used that place in a long time, since we were piglets. Good times, good times...,"said Cubby. "Well, what are we standing here for? Let's get going. I will meet you in the barn in 15 minutes. We are going to need to supplies if we are going to get out of this mess," Cubby said.

"Ok Cubby, I will try to find help from the other farm animals," Wilbur said. So Wilbur went to get some help from the farm animals. He went to the goats first. He told them the whole thing and one goat said, "You are one determined pig, Baaahhh!"

"What can I say?" said Wilbur, "I don't want to die an oily death!"

"We will see what we can do, but we can't make any promises," said another sheep.

Suddenly, Wilbur heard an eerie-sounding, bone chilling howl in the distance, in the wind.

"Awwwhhhhoooooooo..."

"I bet it's just the wind or something, " Wilbur said to himself. Wilbur started walking a little faster.

"Awwwwwwwhoooooooooooooo!" Wilbur heard it again, even louder. Wilbur started running faster..

Now Wilbur is panting, gasping for air, and out of breath from running so fast and being scared. Wilbur kept thinking in his mind, "It's so close!" Wilbur was finally at the barn door. Bammmm! The doors slammed open and it woke up all the chickens in the chicken coop. "Sorry!" Wilbur said.

Wilbur could barely see Cubby on the other side of the barn, with his drawing board, oil lamp and a table.  Still panting, Wilbur was hardly able to make out the words, "There's a wolf out there...I heard it howl...that's why I slammed the door open.

"Ok, let's just start making this plan. I'm really tired and I want to go to bed. It was exhausting trying to get these supplies," Cubby said.

"What happened?" asked Wilbur.

"Oh, oh, I'm sorry...what did you say Wilbur? I couldn't hear you because I was yawning," Cubby said.

"What happened with the supplies?" Wilbur asked anxiously.

"Ok, long story short, the bulls wouldn't let me in the supply shed," Cubby said.

Wilbur frowned. Then Cubby lifted the oil lamp near his face and that is when Wilbur saw Cubby's black eye. Cubby started drawing a picture on the dry erase board. Wilbur saw it was two fat pigs running around in a pig pen, sweating. In the next picture Cubby drew, Wilbur saw it say 'Two weeks later', and it showed two skinny pigs with a smile.

"Ok you can see what my plan is, right?" Cubby asked Wilbur.

"Yes, of course," replied Wilbur, "We will start tomorrow. Ok, goodnight Cubby."

Two weeks later, Wilbur walked over to Cubby's mirror. Cubby walked over with him too.

"Ewww!" Wilbur and Cubby shouted. Their skin was hanging down like old people skin.

"How come we have old people skin?" Wilbur asked.

"I don't know, but at least we don't look as appetizing!" Cubby said in a happy voice.

"True, true," agreed Wilbur.

Later that evening, the farmer walked over to Wilbur and Cubby. "Oh my gosh! You guys look sick! If I serve you to my customers and they get food poisoning, I could get sued, " said

Farmer Clide. I guess you guys are glad I'm not going to chop you up into bacon!"

After the farmer left, Wilbur and Cubby said, "YESSSSSSSSSS! We did it!"

"Grrrrrrr," a sound from out of nowhere was heard.

"What was THAT?" Cubby said, scared.

"Ha, Ha, Ha, that was my stomach! I'm hungry!, "Wilbur said.

"Well, there is an all-you-can-eat buffet near the goat's pen, " Cubby said.

"Race you there, " Wibur said.

"Ok! Last one there is fried bacon!" Cubby yelled, happy again.

"On your mark, get set...GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

                                                  THE END