We've all seen the lovable Babe, Gordy, Wilbur and Arnold in movies and on television, but did you know that our little pink pals are just as lovable on the dinner table? It's true! Take a look!

 

 

 

Here's our friendly little fellow, who we'll call Mr. Oink. He sure looks happy on Farmer McDoodle's pasture, where he can eat grain, scraps and concentrated hormone pellets to his heart's content. He sure is a chubby little guy, that Mr. Oink!
First, our little friend is stunned with the help of Mr. Mallet or Mr. Bolt Gun by Mr. Meat Packer. Pleasant dreams, Mr. Oink!

"Sticking" Mr. Oink severs his cartoid artery while he's still dazed! A pan is used to gather the blood for some delicious blood sausages! Mmm!

Ker-splash! Nothing like a good hot bath—especially when it loosens pesky and unwanted dirt, hair and skin. Hold your nose, Mr. Oink—you might be down there for a while!

 

 

 

Snicker-snack, how swiftly Mr. Butcher slits open Mr. Oink's belly. Bet that tickles! Now it's time to remove Mr. Oink's viscera and separate his liver. But don't throw any of it away; it'll all make the yummiest hot dogs!

 

Mr. Butcher then goes to work on Mr. Oink, slicing up choice parts like ribs (yummy!), chops (tasty!), loin (mmm, good!), and yes—everyone's favorite—bacon!

 

 

Mr. Oink sure likes his new home at the supermarket, but he won't be there for long! If you ask your mom nicely, maybe she'll "bring home the bacon!"

 

 



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VOLUME 29 ISSUE 17 8 MAY 1996