Bacon is mostly fat. Three slices have 4.5 grams of fat and about 270 mg of sodium. Opt for lower sodium varieties and try turkey bacon instead of pork. Even with these switches bacon should remain a "special treat", not an everyday indulgence. - See more at: (removed the link, of course)
Well duh applejack is the best pony, the other ones are two psychos, one deformed freak, the one that nobody likes, and the shy one. I have no clue why I copied that, but there it is.
Peter was a ______ that enjoyed going camping a lot. He would liked looking at ______ that he would see in the forest. the neighbors would often come along. There names were ______, ______, and _______. Peter went on a forest hike and came across a _____. He had no idea what it did. At first he tried ________________________, but soon found out that that was defiantly not what it was meant to do. he went to were the neighbor's tent was and showed the ______ to them. They didn't know what it was either. Peter decided to _______ the object until he found out what it did. By the time the camping trip was over, he still hadn't figured out what the ________ did. He took it home and asked ______________ if they knew what it was. ________ said that they did. Peter celebrated because he finally discovered what the thing was. He ___________ all day long and told his pet ____________ what he had found. The _______ took the object and ate it in one bite. __________________________________________________________________________________________ (Insert sentence that ends the story)
When daisies pied and violets blue And lady-smocks all silver-white And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with delight, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear! Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear! When icicles hang by the wall And Dick the shepherd blows his nail And Tom bears logs into the hall And milk comes frozen home in pail, When blood is nipp’d and ways be foul, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When daisies pied and violets blue And lady-smocks all silver-white And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with delight, When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen’s clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear! Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear! When icicles hang by the wall And Dick the shepherd blows his nail And Tom bears logs into the hall And milk comes frozen home in pail, When blood is nipp’d and ways be foul, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. {The song from Love's Labours Lost.}
In Beatrice Prior's dystopian Chicago, society is divided into five factions, each dedicated to the cultivation of a particular virtue—Candor (the honest), Abnegation (the selfless), Dauntless (the brave), Amity (the peaceful), and Erudite (the intelligent). On an appointed day of every year, all sixteen-year-olds must select the faction to which they will devote the rest of their lives. For Beatrice, the decision is between staying with her family and being who she really is—she can't have both. So she makes a choice that surprises everyone, including herself. During the highly competitive initiation that follows, Beatrice renames herself Tris and struggles to determine who her friends really are. But Tris also has a secret, one she's kept hidden from everyone because she's been warned it can mean death. And as she discovers a growing conflict that threatens to unravel her seemingly perfect society, she also learns that her secret might help her save those she loves… or it might destroy her.