"Bacon Is Delicious? That's his name?" Einin said, making a face. "That's just wrong. A pig, named Bacon Is Delicious. Isn't that like cannibalism?"
But she turned to watch, keeping her eyes on her chosen hog, and raised up onto her toes to get a better look. Without even thinking about it, she grabbed onto Ryk's forearm for balance. "I've never actually done this before," she said, and laughed. "I know they're just pigs, but this is oddly exciting! My mother would never go for this. Gambling and all that. Not to mention the smell. I've been to the faire so many times, but I never really got to do the...ah...the common things, I guess you could say."
Her smile turned sheepish. "I kind of always wanted to do this."
And then the bell rung, and the pigs were off, running as fast as their short little legs would take them.
"Ah! Look at them go! I never knew they were so fast!" Einin exclaimed, and bounced in place, cupping her free hand to her mouth. "Go Bacon! You can do it! Go, go, go! Faster, so you don't become bacon!"
Two of the five fell back, apparently finding something edible on the track, leaving I Win So They Won't Eat Me, What A Ham, and Bacon Is Delicious in the running. Though Bacon was last, he was certainly giving it his best effort, and soon he started to catch up to What A Ham.
"Look at him! What did I tell you? Always go with the underdog! Hurry, Bacon! You're almost there!"