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Copyright 2013 by Len Lucero
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Editorial assistance and interior design: Jenny Richards Illustrations: Penny Weber Interior photos: Len Lucero
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Library of Congress Control Number: 2013944863
Hardcover ISBN: 978-1-4019-4439-1
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1st edition, November 2013
Printed in China
This book is dedicated to all of the fans and
followers of Chris P. Bacon. Chris P.s fans
have become such a big part of our lives, and
their love, enthusiasm, and kind words made
this book possible. Thank you!
Len Lucero
Im not very old, just a little piglet,
but my life sure has been exciting so far!
You see, my name is Chris P. Bacon. I know...
funny name for a pig. Maybe youve heard
of me or seen me on TV? Well, if not, let
me start from the beginning...
My first memory is of the day I was taken to the
veterinarians office. You probably know this, but
a veterinarian is a doctor who takes care of
animals. Anyway, I remember being handed to
a kind-looking man named Dr. Len who smelled
like cinnamon. He looked into my eyes and smiled
and said, You can come home with me, and well
have a good life together.
As we drove home that night, Dr. Lenor Dad, as I call him
nowexplained something to me that I had been wondering
about. You are a special pig. Your back legs dont work
like most pigs, but thats okay. You are UNIQUE. Hmmm...
I thought. I like the sound of that... Yooooo-neek! Oink-Oink,
I said.
When we got home and
I saw all the animals
that were going to be my
new palslike Duma (the cat) and
Aspen (the dog)I squeeeeealed with
delight. Dr. Lens family welcomed me
with hugs and kisses, and I knew I was
going to like it there!
It had been the longest day of my short life,
and I was tired, s0 I curled up by the warm fire
in a pile of snuggly blankets and drifted off to
a happy sleep. I dreamed of playing with my
new family and being set free in a pie shop!
In the morning, after a breakfast of
oatmeal topped with blueberries
(yum!), Dad showed me a funny
looking thing with wheels. It
looked like a toy!
This is for you, Chrisits a cart. I made it to
hold up your back legs so you can run around
and play. How awesome, I thought.
Oink-Oink, I said.
Dad put the cart on me, and I could stand up, but boy was
it hard to get going at first. The straps felt strange,
and my wheels kept popping up in the air. But
after lots of practice, and with everyone
cheering me on, I was rolling!
A few weeks later, while I was trying to get a
marshmallow out from under the couch, Dad shouted,
Look, Chris! Youre on YouTube. I popped my head up,
and sure enough, there I was! I guess Dad had posted
a video of my first try with my cart. After that, the
phone would not stop ringing. It seemed like everyone
had seen my video and thought I was the cutest,
most bravest pig ever!
Boy, did my life get busy after that! Everyone wanted to know
about me and my cart. I got to visit lots of TV shows in differ
ent cities and make all kinds of new friends. People kept calling
me Inspiring, which I think means that I make them feel like
they want to do their very best.
All I want to do is make people smile, and Dad says I do that all