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We’ve known Bacon for a while now, during which time he’s never worn clothes. He was, however, totally ignorant of that fact. From what I can gather he felt certain that he was wearing clothes. And not just any clothes. “Fancy clothes to match my fancy tastes,” as he continually boasted to us. He was much like the king in the children’s fable, The Emperor’s New Clothes. Though he insisted that he wore his finest, all we saw was the Pink.
It took our arrival in cold weather to break him. He approached us today with a lengthy explanation and request, which went something like this: His clothes must have been misplaced by (those darn!) luggage handlers on our flight up here. He really is quite cold, especially at night. Would we be a Dear and make him some clothes, just until the airline forwards his luggage.
It was all pretty sad, but he really did look quite cold. I fell for his charms once again, and agreed to make him a sweater. He pointed out a pair of unused gloves we had lying around. He whined about the color (purple isn’t really his thing) but in the end they became the material of choice.
He insisted on overseeing the project, which was a bother. I can’t blame him, though. It was his first sweater after all. In the end, he was very pleased with the result. According to him, “it was a rather nice, though obviously amateurish version of one the airline lost.”
In totally unrelated news: Jaime has too much time on her hands.
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