I like eggs and bacon,” George tells me. “But”—his face clouds—“do you know that bacon is”—tears leap to his eyes—“Wilbur?” Mrs. Garrett sits down next to him immediately. “George, we’ve been through this. Remember? Wilbur did not get made into bacon.” “That’s right.” I bend down too as wetness overflows George’s lashes. “Charlotte the spider saved him. He lived a long and happy life—with Charlotte’s daughters, um, Nelly and Urania and—” “Joy,” Mrs. Garrett concludes. “You, Samantha, are a keeper. I hope you don’t shoplift.”I start to cough. “No. Never.” “Then is bacon Babe, Mom? Is it Babe?”“No, no, Babe’s 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.“Bad pigs,” I clarify.“There are bad pigs?” George looks nervous. Oops.“Well, pigs with, um, no soul.” That doesn’t sound good either. I cast around for a good explanation. “Like the animals that don’t talk in Narnia.” Dumb. George is four. Would he know Narnia yet? He’s still at Curious George.But understanding lights his face. “Oh. That’s okay then. ’Cause I really like bacon.
You’re mental,” said George, trying to push it back at Harry.“No, I’m not,” said Harry. “You take it, and get inventing. It’s for the joke shop.”“He is mental,” Fred said in an almost awed voice. [Goblet of Fire]
With Other Wordsby George G. AsztalosWith Other Words we do not see things as they areBecause simple as that we only see things as we areWe see as they are the sick ambitionsTo idolize and define about everythingWith The Same Damn WordsBut only with Other Words we see as we really areWith Other Words everything is in the hands minds and our heartsEverything is Here and NowAnd There or Then Is really nothingThere and Then everything Was or Will BeThere and Then Is Nowhere and NeverMy heart is shamelessly steering at the world with Other WordsMy heart is a bitch unveiling you’re intimal beautiful partsAnd if she does not see them she fantasizes shameless with Other WordsWith The Same intimal beautiful Words is really nothing There and ThenGo figure that all that shameless beauty is only in my eyesGo figure that all that shameless beauty is Here and NowYesterday is dead and tomorrow could be in the course of CreationWell me from Now on I stay to kill myself with a lively joyBecause simply as this I am Here and Now with Other WordsBecause everything Is and goes to hellWith a wonder of sickening of shameless of beauty
George, I know you’re tired. But President Lincoln, he didn’t free us to be lazy and no good. He freed us to work hard and improve ourselves.”-George’s Grandmother.