The sun rose above the horizon, giving warmth to the land. Birds chirping and people chattering outside. It almost sounded like a perfect day. Almost.

Edd made his way downstairs towards the kitchen. Opening the fridge to be greeted with two freshly cut pieces of bacon. Yes, bacon. Already feeling himself salivating at the sight, Edd took the bacon with pleasure.

The scent drifted towards your room and your nose picked up on it. Your eyes lit up, darting the house. Bacon?! Sprinting your way to the kitchen you saw Edd with the precious and beloved meat. You opened your mouth to ask for a generous amount only to be cut off.

“Oi, make your own.” He simply says, walking away. You couldn’t tell if it was hunger or anger, but that bacon was going to be yours. What a greedy pig Edd is.