The smell of bacon—previously known as "human bait"—wafted through the air at dawn. Delighted with his six slices, Rick spread the word about the Orcs' new venture. The wagon was retrofitted with a canopy and a small table in the shade, which they called the "food wagon."

Bob sat at the table while the twins cooked the bacon. A growing line of imps stretched before him. Although he had lost count, he was proud of his new record: counting to twenty-five.

Steve eyed the accumulating gold in the chest cautiously, aware that it was more than they had ever obtained in a raid. He remained alert for potential robbers, knowing that robbing was what they would have done.

Bob noticed three unusually tall imps, their cloaks wrapped tightly around them. Bob stared at them. They were different. 'Cloaks' was a word that stuck out in Bob's mind. The imps didn't wear cloaks. Then, the word that wanted to occupy Bob's mind the most struck him. Humans!

Bob waited until the cloaked figures were next in line, gripping his club for potential trouble. "A gold piece for three slices of bacon," he said.

Steve eyed the humans cautiously but remained silent. He didn't trust them and waited for Bob's signal to attack. The plan had been simple: lure the humans in and rob them. Steve found himself surprised—and impressed—that Bob's strategy had worked out.

One human glanced at the others and shrugged, asking, "Uh, got eggs and toast?"

After considering the human's request, Bob replied, "No, but come back tomorrow."

The human dropped three gold coins into Bob's oversized hand, took the bacon slices from Bob, and began eating while walking away. Bob overheard their whispered conversation.

"What are they doing?"

"Was this supposed to be a trap?"

"Wow, this is some good bacon. We need to come back tomorrow. I want bacon, eggs, and toast."

Bob grinned triumphantly; his plan had worked. They'd paid gold for his bait. Steve was shocked—this was his first encounter with humans that didn't involve combat. Bob glanced at Steve and flashed a broad, toothy grin.

"Me smart," Bob said. Steve glared at him.

"I thought the plan was to use the human bait to rob the humans. You let them go." Steve snarled.

"Why rob them when they've already given us the gold?" Bob retorted. "They said they'll come back tomorrow. We can rob them then. See? I'm the smart one."

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Steve rolled his eyes. "I don't think the Chief will like this. This isn't what Orcs do. We raid and fight, not," Steve waved his large hands around, "This!"

Bob thought about what Steve had said. "Steve, I think we need to show Chief this is a good idea. I need you to take some gold to Chief. I'll keep some to give to Rick to get bacon, eggs, and toast."

"We are still going to keep doing this?" Steve asked, shocked.

"Yes, this is making us gold without much work," Bob said.

"But we fight for gold," Steve shouted.

"This is easier than fighting," Bob shouted back, "This is, this is," Bob thought about what word he wanted. He didn't have a large vocabulary like the Chief. "This is… Business." Bob was proud of himself. He was reasonably sure he'd used the word correctly.

"Bring back more herbs from the shaman; we're running out," Betty shouted.

Steve grumbled but accepted two bags of gold from Bob. Although he couldn't count to twenty, he could outrun most other Orcs. Steve began his long run back to the village.

"Rick!" Bob bellowed.

The imp jumped to attention. "Yes, Great Orc Bob," he replied.

"I need you to take the cart and get more bacon. Also, get eggs and toast," Bob ordered.

"Bacon and eggs, but what is toast?" Rick asked.

"I don't know. Ask when you get there. Buy about the same amount of bacon as before, and get enough eggs and toast," Bob said.

Rick detached the canopy from the cart and gathered the gold. He saluted Bob and headed for the village.

Bob surveyed the dwindling line. "Betty, Ben!" he shouted. "How much bacon do we have left?"

Betty glanced between the line and the bacon, whispering to Ben, who whispered back. "We think we have enough to feed those remaining," Betty shouted back.

Bob smiled. His plan was working. "The Chief is going to be thrilled," he thought. Taking a gold piece, he handed out the bacon and bellowed, "Next!"

Later that afternoon, Rick returned, his cart laden with bacon, eggs, butter, bread, and milk. Although he feared Bob might be angry for exceeding the order, a kindly human had introduced him to a concept called "breakfast."

Bob listened to how the humans had a special meal in the morning. He started to get angry that Rick had bought more than he had ordered, but Bob was amazed after the description of breakfast. The eggs could be cooked in different ways. To Bob's amazement, the toast was burnt bread. Sometimes, humans put butter on burnt bread.

The twins were excited. They grabbed a few eggs and some bread and started cooking. The aroma of the bacon, eggs, and toast made Bob's mouth water.

The three Orcs and Rick sat down to a breakfast-for-dinner feast. They were amazed at the deliciousness of the food—even the buttered burnt toast. The twins experimented with different ways to cook the eggs, discovering something unusual called "scrambled eggs," which instantly became Bob's favorite.

This breakfast would make humans flock to him; his plan was foolproof. They would earn so much gold that the Chief would surely, well, Bob wasn't sure, but it sounded promising in his head. "Promotion"—he liked the word, even if he wasn't quite sure what it meant.

Back at the village, the Chief listened intently as an out-of-breath Steve recounted the events. He scanned the faces of the other shocked Orcs before finally bellowing, "HE DID WHAT?"