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Which One Are You?

 Now this is very interesting my friends.  Really look at the pictures of the hands below.  Then look at your humans fingers and compare the pictures.  Which one is your human more so?  My mom and dad are both A… what are the odds of that?  Does the description of your humans fit them?  A does sound like my mom… My dad – snorts with piggy laughter.  Heck no!  l

 
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Posted by on 02/01/2016 in Bacon

 

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Bacon’s Tales of Terror

Welcome my friends to my monthly Bacon’s Tales of Terror.  Usually I have this posting on the 13th of the month but it got a little delayed with the holiday.  Hope all of you had a sweet and loving Valentine’s Day.  But now, let’s talk about something opposite of sweet and loving.  Let’s talk about scary and horror shall we?

It’s winter time outside.  We’ve all experienced the weather – the cold – the snow – the rain.  The non-stop up and down of the weather.  Hot one day.  Mild the next day.  Cold and wet the next day.  All of this which causes us to be sick and stuck in bed.

So there you are one evening, stuck in bed being sick.  You’re coughing and sniffling and perhaps drinking some orange juice.  Anything to make you feel at least one bit more of a human.  Then it happens.  With the storm outside brewing up, the electricity goes off.  All is now quiet and dark.  But you’re okay.  You’re tucked away all warm in your cocoon of blankets in your nice comfy bed.

Then the rain starts up.  The gentle swish at first but then the winds come in to play.  Now you hear the tap-tap-tap against your bedroom windows and on your sliding glass door that overlooks your secluded backyard.  But hey you’re fine all tucked in your bed.

The winds get stronger.  The rain gets louder.  The thunder comes out play.  You hear scratching at your sliding glass door.  But it’s okay you tell yourself.  It’s probably the rain and maybe a little sleet is mixed up with everything.  You shrug your shoulders, blow your nose and get more comfortable.  But the scratching noise gets more persistent with the storm.  But it’s still okay with you because at this point in your life in being this sick, death would be welcome you joke.  You finally fall asleep.

You awake the next morning feeling somewhat better, not as congested and the storms have passed.  You sit straight up in your bed, stretch and look out your sliding glass doors.  What do you see?  Hand marks coming down from the top like in this picture.  You remember all of the scratching noises from the night before that you thought was the rain and/or sleet.  Was someone trying to get in?  Did they see you laying in your bed?  What do you do my friends?  What do you do?

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Posted by on 02/15/2015 in Bacon, Bacons Tales of Terror

 

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