I don't own Minecraft. Markus Persson, aka Notch, does, and ownership is also due to Notch's partners, Mojang, and any affiliates.
A/N This is just a story of a few peaceful mobs as they go through their day. Review, and perhaps check out my other story, War of the Withers.
Bacon walked. His name was indeed darkly playful, given to him by his previous owner. Unfortunately, the owner had fallen into a cave while building his farm, and never came out.
His master, despite the name he gave the pig, was a loving and nurturing one. He let Bacon play on the fields, let him in and out of the house at any time Bacon wished, and never let him go hungry or thirsty. But then came that fateful day. Bacon saw it all in slow motion, saw the miner fall through the cave hole, and protect the pig one last time by placing a block to prevent the pig from suffering the same fate.
The pig had waited by the hole. He waited for days, slowly rationing the food around him. But after two weeks, even Bacon had to admit that his master wouldn't come back soon. He snorted sadly, but knew that without food all his master would see if he ever came back would be pork chops.
Soon his journey would begin.
Bacon was fond of carrots, as he was a pig. What made him unique was that he enjoyed potatoes as well. His interest in the round plant had started when he finished off his carrot stock while waiting for his master to return. He sniffed the wheat, had dipped down to munch on a piece, but a potato had rolled onto the wheat stalk. He took the potato in his mouth, but didn't realize it was a potato until he bit down.
The strange but not unpleasant flavor piqued his interest, and he sniffed out some more potatoes. From then on, he ate a mixture of potatoes and wheat.
His master, when talking to the pig, had mentioned that he obtained his stock of plants from a village. Bacon had listened at that time, and was glad he did once his master had gone missing. On his hind legs, he could reach the bottom of the item frame around the map. He jumped and plucked the map out.
Spitting the map onto the ground, he studied it (as a pig would) and nodded. His master had been smart enough to put the where the sun would rise, and had mentioned this to the pig. Truth be told, the master had seemed bored that day, which would explain his efforts to teach such a supposedly ignorant animal.
The pig took the map back in its mouth. He trotted outside the piggy door his master had so nicely installed before his apparent demise. Looking straight up, he saw the sun going east. Bacon went west, happily imagining carrots and potatoes in a massive pile at the end of his path.
The sun began to set, and Bacon watched the moon rise soon after. He snorted in awe as the beauty of the moon's reflection truly dawned on him. He trotted along, nodding to the spiders and creepers. They nodded in response, and he snorted before continuing on his trail.
Finally reaching some sort of gravel path, he snorted happily. Slowly walking up the trail, his eyes shimmered as he saw the plants on the mini farms. Villagers came to greet him, and he knew he found the right village. He was led to a massive pen, and in there were a few other animals. There was a pair of wolves, cows, sheep, chickens, and even another pig.
The other animals welcomed him, and Bacon felt his owner pat him on the head one last time, congratulating him on finding a new home.