Baby Bacon Stays in Bed

<html> <div id="firstpage"> <html> <div style="text-align: center"> <div class="container"><span class="containertext"> <p class="maintext"> Everyone knew that Baby Bacon was a heavy Sleeper but today he took it to a [[WHOLE|Papa Porkbelly]] [[NEW|Brother Boar]] [[LEVEL|Mamma Pancetta]].</p> </span></div></div> </div> </html>

<div id="papapage"> <div class="container" > <span style= "text-align: right;"> <p class="maintext"> Baby Bacon wouldn't let Papa Porkbelly open the curtains to let the light come [[through]]. </p></span> </div> </div>

<div id="bropage"> <div class="container" style=" padding: 20px;"> <span class="maintext"> He wouldn't play ball with his Brother Boar. Boar thought this was very strange and decided that he should tell someone. [[Papa Porkbelly]] was home but maybe Baby Bacon's best friends [[Eggs]] would know a 'funner' way getting him to play with them.</span></div> </div>

<div id="stayinbedpage"> <div style=" padding-left: 25px;width 19px"> <div class="container"> <p class="maintext">A lot of time passed, and still Baby Bacon did not get out of bed. Actually, a whole year had passed and the storm that Weather Walrus had predicted seemed to only get more fearsome. As the rain progressively got more unruly, families began to move towards higher ground. Soon enough, all of the neighborhood had been evacuated from the area and Papa Porkbelly along with Mamma Pancetta thought it was time they did the same. Unfortunately, Baby Bacon had become unresponsive to anything and everything that required him to get out of bed. Threats, earnest pleas, and edible temptations were of little consequence. Try as they might Baby Bacon's friends and family could not physically tear him away from the bed.</p> [[And the storm continued to rage on..]] </div></div> </div>

<div id="nobodyknew"> <div style="padding-left: 25px"> <p class="maintext">But nobody knew what to do! Baby Bacon's [[best friends|Eggs]] didn't know what to do, Mamma Pancetta didn't know what to do, and how could they expect anybody else to know what was wrong or what to do... At hearing the recent news of Baby Bacon's predicament, Papa Porkbelly was convinced the problem could swiftly be resolved. Giving a sharp shove to the sleeping Baby Bacon was the first and worst remedy. The piglet illicited only the slightest signs of life and Papa Porkbelly grew pale with thoughts of the worst case scencerio. And at the same time a [[storm of massive proportion|And the storm continued to rage on..]]was brewing. </p></div> </div>

<div id="eggs"> <div style="padding-left: 196px; padding-top: -50px; width: 50px"> <p class="maintext">There were actually a 12 Eggs: Scrambled, Poached, Fried, EggNog, Daredevil, Hardy, Softy, Sunny, Frittata, Omeletta, Easy, and Benedict. Every Egg had strong opinions about what should be done. </p> </div> <div class="containertext"> <div style="padding-left: 25px; padding-top: 25px"> <p class="maintext">Poached suggested a Pillow Fight, Darevil swore dragracing would do the trick, but it was decided that since Eggs Benedict was Baby Bacon's true best friend they would follow his [[advice]]. </p> </div> </div> </div> </div>

<div id="mamma"> <div style="padding-left: 25px; display:inline-block"> <p class="maintext">A few hours had gone by since anybody had checked up on Baby Bacon and Mamma Pancetta soon began to smell the tell tale signs that his favorite food was ready to be gobbled up. But to her surprise Baby Bacon did not run to the kitchen to get a slice of her WORLD FAMOUS, NOBEL Prize Winning Apple Pie. </p> <p class="maintext"> The Pie that was known to defy the natural Laws of Physics and cure all stages of cancer at once was Baby Bacon's favoritest of foods and if he could, he would eat it all day, everday. So for Baby Bacon to not leave his bed for even the smallest of slices of this heroic pie meant that something was [[wrong]]. She was still a bit busy but she thought [[somebody|Brother Boar]] should definitely see what was going on with Baby Bacon.</p> </div> </div>

Mamma Pancetta could not ignore her motherly instincts any longer and decided she needed to see for herself why Baby Bacon hadn't gotten out of bed. Armed with a handsome slice of the pie and a healthy scoop of Vanilla ice cream, she strutted towards [[Baby Bacon's Room]].

<div id="rainpage"> <div style="padding-left: 25px"> <p class="maintext" >Baby Bacon was right, it was going to rain very hard that day and for the rest of the year in fact. Walrus Whale would describe it as "The Greatest Storm of the Century" and predicted that every week it would rain enough to fill the 13 Olympic sized swimming pools.</p> </div> <div class="containertext"> <div style="padding-left: 25px"> <p class="maintext"> Residents were encouraged to stay inside as much as possible and consider relocation as a long term solution. For Baby Bacon this gave him all the more reason to [[stay in bed|Time Passed]] and further worried [[friends and family|Nobody Knew]]. </p> </div> </div> </div>

Eggs Benedict, too everyone's surprise, thought that telling Bacon's Parents was going to be the best way to get him off of the bed. "We could, throw Baby Bacon off of the bed by turning the whole bed upside down..,"countered Fritta. "Yes, but we are too small and if Mamma Pancetta found out that we hurt Baby Bacon, we will never hear the end of it.", noted Benedict. "But, that's no fun at all!", exclaimed the rest. "I know but better safe than sorry". And with that, Brother Boar and a dozen eggs headed out of Baby Bacon's room in search of a [[grown up|Nobody Knew]].

<html > <div> <p class="title">[[Baby Bacon Stays in Bed|The Beginning]] </div></p> Written and Illustrated By: Margaret Rivera </html>

<div id="andpage"> <div style="padding-left: 25px; width: 90px"> <p class="maintext">In a last ditch effort to save his family Papa Porkbelly decided he was going to have to take a hatchet to Baby Bacon's bedframe and pry the defiant little swine from the mattress one way or another. However, just as Papa Porkbelly was about to make his first cut, the whole house SHOOK. And then it swayed... And as it shook shook and swayed, Baby Bacon's family watched utterly petrified as picture frames parted from portraits, windows collapsed under the pressure of invading water, toys began floating in swelling puddles that were rising at distressingly fast rates. Just as books started to drowning themelves in the all consuming rain, Papa Porkbelly, Mamma Pancetta, and Brother Boar simultaneously launched themselves towards Baby Bacon's bed. And in what felt like a blink of an eye, Baby Bacon's bed was lifted by an ominous tide that thrusted the family downstairs and expelled [[out of the house.]]</p> </div></div>

<div id="clear"> <div style=" padding-left: 25px"><p class="maintext">Out of the house and confined to a precarious vessal, the family of four constructed paddles out of the bed stands and traversed a strange river world that not even Weather Walrus could have predicted. The hogs huddled around their snoozing captain at every sign of danger but soon the [[rain ceased]] and the [[waters settled.]]</p></div> </div>

As the clouds crept away, the Sun swaggered through and began to busy itself with the slow work of evaporating the obscenely large body of water. The Sun also incidentally provoked Baby Bacon to rise, yawn, wipe away the sleepies, and dive off of the bed and into the water without a single word passing his lips. He slightly swam for quite some time and was dutifully trailed by his buffled family. Baby Bacon finally stopped at the front door of one the houses that, until recent, had been perched on the tallest hill in the neighborhood. He walked up towards the unweathered porch and knocked on the equally uncompromised red door and motioned for his family to [[follow.]]

<div id="end"> <div style="padding-left: 25px"> <p class="maintext">In a about a months time the water levels would lower enough for residents to return home and begin cleaning up the ruin that the rains left behind. Architects and other scientists would be investigate for years to come, the structural design, material composition, and technical construction of the simple four posted bed and still not know for certain why it didn't crack under the weight of the family, splitter apart with the pressure of the tides, or navigate so swiftly to safety. </p> <p class="maintext">Baby Bacon would finally wake up when all the water was drained and the neighborhood was nolonger considered a code red: diaster zone. In a short time Baby Bacon would be unofficially canonized as the Sleeping Saint and the bedframe, mattress, sheets and pillows persevered in a local church's reliquary. To this day people celebrate his miracle by a consuming little strips of bacon or "Baby Bacon" and sleeping with loved ones on a small twin sized bed.</p></div> </div>

Papa Porkbelly secured the makeshift raft to a mailbox, Brother Boar helped Mamma Pancetta on the porch, and the four were instantly invited by none other than [[Weather Walrus]] from the Local News Station.

Weather Walrus was a proud, rotund fellow with a warm smile and regulary greeted viewers with a booming voice in the morning, afternoon, and evening weather segments. He projected the same goodnatured personality even when he was sporting footsie pjs and spectacles. With a hardy chuckle, Weather Walrus welcomed the fatigued pigs into his home, began brewing water for tea, and commenced [[explaining the events]] that lead the family to his frontsteps.

Weather Walrus had known for some time, just as everyone else in the weather business, that planetary events combined with the recent degration of the enviroment would lead to dramatic changes. For some places it would mean longer dry seasons leaning towards severe droughts and for others, like this neighborhood, the opposite would happen and we could expect increased rainfall and flooding. Weather Walrus tried to get the news station to start incorporate information about flood safety and protocals but since the area had never been known for flooding they refused to listen. He was also prohibited from releasing any of this information to any other station or internet platform because it breached his contract. He was finally about to give up when he saw that the upcoming storm, that was being treated as a regular system, had telltale signs that it something different was definitely in the making. Having been rebuffed by his own producers and other news anchors unwilling to risk their careers for covering a story with "circumstantial" evidence, Weather Walrus appealed to the cartoon and children programs for help. The directors were concerned about the qaulity of the information too but agreed that the principles of "safety first" and promting environmental education were important and approved of Weather Walrus making a "Special Report" to children. When Baby Bacon saw Weather Walrus' "Special Report" with his Best Friend Eggs Benedict they both found got very upset their favorite cartoon was interrupted,AT THE BEST PART TOO!, but disagreed about if Weather Walrus was telling the truth. Eggs soon didn't care anymore about cartoons and started playing outside but Baby Bacon remained curious and decided to call up Weather Walrus and ask he what was up. Weather Walrus pleasantly answered Baby Bacon and every other inquistive kid that yes the coming storm was real and very, very dangerous. On hearing the news, Baby Bacon cried, "In that case I'll just never leave my bed!" Weather Walrus suggested that might not be the best idea and when the time comes he will have to leave his bed, leave his home, and find shelter in hills or higher lands like Weather Walrus had done. "Can I come live with you then?", asked Baby Bacon. "Well, that would mean leaving your bed and wouldn't you want to be with your family?", countered the walrus. "Oh, I guess I better figure that out.." "You do that. And when you do, and if you still want to live with me, my home is on the tallest hill in the neighborhood. You can't miss me; I have a bright RED door." and then Weather Walrus hung up.

<div id="throughpage"> <div style="margin: 50px;"> <div class="container"> <span class="containertext"> <p class="maintext">"But look it's gonna be such a BEAUTIFUL DAY today!", exclaimed Papa Porkbelly, "LET'S GO DO SOMETHING FUN! How about fishing or flying a kite?"</p> </span> </div></div> <div> <div style="padding-left: 980px; padding-top: 350px"> <div class="container"> <p class="maintext" style="text-align: right"> "Sorry Papa but I'm staying in bed and besides the Weather Walrus said it was going to [[rain soon]].", Baby Bacon weakly retorted. "Okay, but don't stay in bed all day. [[Mamma Pancetta]] is making your favorite food as we speak." and with that Papa Porkbelly tenderly closed the bedroom door. </p> </div> </div> </div> </div>

When she entered, the room was pitch black except for a few rays of sunlight penetrating through the curtains.Naturally, she turned on the lights so as to not trip over the numerous toys and trickets. But just as she did so, a series of [[howls]] of the most terrifying nature emenated from what could only be Baby Bacon. Her motherly panic skyrocketed as she couldn't find Baby Bacon right away. Instead she was confronted with [[ominious spectacle]].

Admist the breifly lit room, Mamma Pancetta sprinted to where she heard her baby scream but try as she might Mamma Pancetta couldn't actually find her little darling. She stood in the middle of the room, with out a single sign that anything was out of place save for the heart-wrenching squeals penetrate through a growing mound of fabric. Mamma Pancetta knew her baby was in there! And as she lifted sheets and flug blankets, Mamma Pancetta caught the briefest of glimpses of hoof before it was swallowed up by more covers and cushins. With extra tenacity, Mamma Pancetta dove further into the plushie heap, in the hopes of procuring her precious piglet. But it was all to noavail. With each attempt the pile grew that much more quickly and Baby Bacon's cries become softer and more muffled. What in the World was going on and what was she going to do?! She best get some help [[ASAP|Nobody Knew]]!

In the dimly lit room, Mamma Pancetta reached out towards where she heard her baby scream but she was met with what could only be described as a pillow monster. Without Baby Bacon in sight, she had to assume that this cloth covered villian had her precious babe. What in the World was she going to do?! But was there anything she could do? She best get some help [[ASAP|Nobody Knew]]!